Текст песни Букреев Андрей - Не выносят Ангелы дыма

Out of habit, rather unprepossessing
I smoke at night in bed
And let up tobacco smoke ,
To the angels flew .

Do not take out the angels smoke ,
On tobacco from them - an allergy ,
And the headlong fly past ,
Just pop the wings tight .

I offend angels coward ,
But I shoot smoke, but otherwise -
Approach and look into the soul ,
And they vzgrustnut and weep .

Smoke them is a special sign -
Kept at bay ,
To me no one cried -
I can not stand weeping .

Victor Shendrik