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.

I am guided by fear, but there is nothing to fear.
Third comes the glass.
In a corner of the old devil lights a candle,
Today, he is on a visit to us
Again I went.
-How Are you, buddy?
How are you down there?
-In General, sadly. Sinners are looking for.
-The Blue eyes
If you confess, 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 a beer.
I am again broke? The nature of the weak.
Okay, keep quiet. Later..
Do you want to sip. How relieved?
Nice. Well, I flew.
The same as you on the ground a lot,
you know how many cases?
You certainly easier next time, brother ...
All. I have to go.
It happens!

And I'm here to stay. One. The robe.
Where have you gone, an angel-man?
Stay. Do not fly away.