Текст песни Папа Карло - Апостолы Джон и Пол

If your way to the end you will pass,
Maybe the sky, you will go.
Unless of course the other on his you do not have plans.
Then you meet the angelic light.

And you will see at the gates of paradise
St. Peter - the eternal soldier
He nervously looks at his watch soon lunch,
But for two thousand years, it is not a change.

Apostles John and Paul
Their songs are singing in the sky angelic choir
And on the ground, we listen to them.
After two thousand years, it will be psalms.

If the evening is particularly quiet
Then you can find two,
What often come out to smoke from the gates of paradise.
In the garden, as you know, prohibiting to smoke.
Good nectar tobacco zapyut
On the harps and lyres are conversations
And discuss the acoustics of these places
Or lazhanulsya heavenly orchestra.

Leaving your cares on the ground
Money, debt, family problems
They discuss the shape of the local saints
And to play with the others waiting.

If your way to the end you will pass,
Maybe the sky, you will go.
Unless of course the other on his you do not have plans.
Then you meet the angelic light.