Григорий Лепс - Ангел - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There is a moon outside the window, the stars are all in place. The ashtray is full and the head is empty. Something again is wrong and the heavens are deaf. Without getting to the beat, verses are difficult to go. The angel went into a binge and flew to alode. He is a golden guy, but does not know how to drink. I understand, brother, how tired you are with me. I myself am not happy for myself, I got up with a bone. It presses the blues on the chest, stretches under the admixture. Together we are somehow, and without you-a dead end. So-let's throw yourself in your hands and arrive for tea for about eight hours. The angel went into a binge and flew to alode. He is a golden guy, but does not know how to drink. I understand, brother, how tired you are with me. I myself am not happy for myself, I got up with a bone.