Текст песни A God at Dawn

A simple player In dirty and cold bars Its chords, never heard Your money is always short One night, coming home At the crossroads, the appeal Your soul for glory His life for the fame A God at dawn The charm in music A God at dawn The desire in the looks Never drink from an open bottle It is the trigger of death Never forget this warning This will be the end of everything A God at dawn The simpathy in the smile A God at dawn Magic on the guitar At 27, he forgot When drinking the lady's whiskey He fell at her feet Without belief and soul