Текст песни Пекин Роу-Роу - Ангел

Withers , dries caviar squash
Freezing , freezing my bright soul
Picking his clay on the wall of Jesus Christ
Someone dark and heavy , we brought two 0.7

So pour trembling servant
Pour into a glass damn
He is waiting for us somewhere in the Summer Garden
Thousands of white statues

The caustic dusk apartments
Virgin hot as an oven
And burn their eyes
And candles floating under us

Ah , my native person
Ah , native skull
I see that time does not treat us
After all, we are beggars so Shantrapa
 
So pour rather barbarian
I see approaching storm
and hanging over us Angel
clean, female, like a tear