Текст песни Кирилл Гуреев - Похмельный ангел

Tales were stuffed on edge,
In the past, longing and shame.
Here I sit. Stihuёvinu scribbling.
Vodka pour.
Prose.

Slave I fear, and there is nothing to fear.
Third comes the glass.
In a corner of the old devil lights a candle,
Today it is a visit to us
Again I went.
-How Are you, buddy?
How are you down there?
-In General melancholy. Sinners are looking for.
-The Blue eye,
If you admit that I am not without sin ...
Okay, as long as live.
It is better to pour. No more? Comforted ...
Never mind. C'est la vie.

But on the morning hangover angel
Once again blew with beer.
I am again broke? The nature of the weak.
Okay, I am silent. Later..
Want glotni. How relieved?
Nice. Well, I flew.
Such as a lot of you on earth,
you know how many cases?
You certainly easier next time, brother ...
All. I have to go.
It happens!

I have stayed here. One. The robe.
Where have you gone, an angel-man?
Stay. Do not fly away.