Текст песни Mc Valavan - Прямиком из Ада

Vova
Chagall in a straight line, the stone road
I wonder where I carry my legs.
Around the fire, still burning and palyhaet
To whom do I go? God knows.
Probably not in vain, soon earned
Kind of like being born and kind of living.
My guardian angel, you're my uspakoy
Of course I know you need a rest.
I have many sins I have no forgiveness
I live quietly and catch a moment.
Ideal people do not have and never will
Simple arithmetic of life - destiny.
From it you can not run, I do not fly up
The blue sky uslyshesh silence.
Two different measurements, the two worlds, heaven and hell
As a direct stepping chooses.
chorus
Straight from Hell, hear the screams
Plea for mercy, O Lord saved
I'm sorry for all the sins forgive me!
Forget about me please go away!
Straight from Hell, hear the screams
Plea for mercy, O Lord saved
I'm sorry for all the sins forgive me!
Oh, my God, where is my guardian angel?