- Жанр
- Фолк-рок
- Лицензия
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- Студия
- Клуб "Форпост", 11 октября 2002
- Текст
- There's a god, little god
On the roof of my house
He's singing and playing
And laughing out loud
He's young and small
He's merry and wild
Like a little bird
Like a little child
There's a god, little god
On the roof of my house
He's strong as god
And playful as child
And when I start crying
He frowns and a storm
Real storm breaks out
But not for long
And when they say
'Gods have died out.
There's no point in praying'
There's at least one left
He's sitting over there,
On the roof of my house
There's a god, little god
On the roof of my house
He hates it when I knee
He grins when I bow
And when my dog starts licking his feet
He pleads 'Stop tickling me, please'
And when they say
'Gods have died out
There's no point in praying'
There's at least one left
He's sitting over there,
On the roof of my house