Jackie-O - Katekyo Hitman Reborn OP 1 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My angel dreams

I was looking for me to specify the way

In native shelter

Where still waiting for me.

My powerless hand draws boldly

Curable paint on canvas past days ...

Even if the light is in the eye, there will be no bigger me:

Paints of the day of light on a white background.

Even if the brush of fate will be sick in hand even more,

Life is drawing ineptly. The homeless cat yawned and as if smiled at me ....

Vice versa

All the paints of life as in a crazy dream.

But even the brave palette will not be able

Pictulate the luxurious world of my soul.

Even if the light is in the eye, there will be no bigger me:

Paints of the day of light on a white background.

Even if the brush of fate will be sick in hand even more,

Life is drawing ineptly.

You will go into my life from the canvas, as I wanted,

Coloring in a bright color stream of ordinary days.

Even if the light is in the eyes, I will not be a hurt: the paint of the day is light against the white background. Even if the brush of fate will be sick in the hand even more, life has been inevitable. A bouquet of flowers will fill the heart with scent to me. From thousands of words I will choose "I love!" And I repeat a hundred times ...