Текст песни Шиш Брянский, Псой Короленко - Ангелок

I looked at the ceiling yesterday
The light gloom of my eyes clouded me
There with the magic oboe
And with a blue wing
Very cute flying angel

He shines with a radiant face
He's like a secret weightless happiness
He is my guardian angel
He is my friend and teacher
You can ask him about everything

Drugs in my tummy
Be-be-chma-chma
Be-be-be-be-chma-chma
Drugs in my mouth
And in the spine is a captivating February,
Fascinating February.

You are probably a good angel
You look like Laxander Block
If you were a sucker
In a bad mood
Fuck with two you used to fly up to the ceiling

You will play the magic trumpet
Tell us more about yourself
And you will give me Misha
And a cultural niche
In his gentle forehead

Microbics in my forehead
Be-be-chma-chma
Be-be-be-be-chma-chma
Microbics in my goiter
And in the bridge of the nose - a captivating February,
Fascinating February.

Let's go from start to finish
Along the native Boulevard Ring
Moskvoretskaya water
Go into bad weather
Without taking off the crown of thorns

And make it so that the persimmon forty times
Andryusha Bogoraz choked
And so that the new Andryusha
In plush skullcap
Would come and lay on my mattress myself

Hair in my nose
Be-be-chma-chma
Be-be-be-be-chma-chma
Wheels in my spout
And under the eyelashes is a captivating February,
Fascinating February.

Break off, - said the angel
Nigga won't work, buddy
And just like that for a striptease
Tore off the white robe
And pulled his blazing trigger

Never look at the ceiling!
Better stand quietly in the corner
And handle the problem yourself
So that some kind of left
An angel didn't throw you through the dick

Three pipes in my chest
Be-be-chma-chma
Be-be-be-be-chma-chma
Three pipes in my ventricle
And in a brown liver - a captivating February,
Fascinating February.