Текст песни Johnyboy - Мой ангел спит

Johnyboy:
My angel, have you played cards with God?
you fool around for a while while I crush my fatum without you
drink so all your salary and I will cure you from battles
Tie with excitement .. vividly cleanse my karma
False alarm, the campaign still took a round ...
But the Andrew Ground masters, we would not like
You're probably there in the trash, you take on the chest viskar
The color of my aura is fumed with the flow of your fumes
Your business, yes! I'm sorry that I climb into them ...
Blade cut yourself chtol, so it became easier for me
Thee sent by the forest I, became part of the mass of mediocrity
Return to your place, otherwise I won’t work wonders ...
While mara here paper children's verses
you sunbathe on some of the paradise resorts
for sure ... I know you laid down on the couch,
to rest, have fallen soiled for centuries!
Chorus of Berlin

Toch:
My angel, without you I became one of the carbon copies ...
in place of a beautiful beat rose sound nasal sharp lyre
Dreams of the Caribbean (while you sleep) were replaced by dreams of Riga ...
I moved not according to Feng-shuyu cabinet and hangers in me are empty!
A perfume give my creativity perfume ..
and the microphone transmits noise ... at least handle it, if not lead!
And even diss second-rate, without you I will not write down the paddy ..
my angel do not sleep, my angel do not sleep, do not sleep, do not sleep !!!!
Life is a replenishment of the meaning of individual time.
reading the couplets make you shake a crowd of people
and innovative ideas fill the brains of the population
This is my goal .. I am not self-serving and your dream is not for me ...
Please wake up, my angel, how your support is ever needed.
Become a defeated pawn in a duel for a piece of hope
I somehow feel honestly honest - to leave without achieving fame,
And I am amused by the fact that you hear and be near as before! Johnyboy:
My angel, have you played cards with God?
you fool around for a while while I crush my fatum without you
drink so all your salary and I will cure you from battles
Tie with excitement .. vividly cleanse my karma
False alarm, the campaign still took a round ...
But the Andrew Ground masters, we would not like
You're probably there in the trash, you take on the chest viskar
The color of my aura is fumed with the flow of your fumes
Your business, yes! I'm sorry that I climb into them ...
Blade cut yourself chtol, so it became easier for me
Thee sent by the forest I, became part of the mass of mediocrity
Return to your place, otherwise I won’t work wonders ...
While mara here paper children's verses
you sunbathe on some of the paradise resorts
for sure ... I know you laid down on the couch,
to rest, have fallen soiled for centuries!
Chorus of Berlin

Toch:
My angel, without you I became one of the carbon copies ...
in place of a beautiful beat rose sound nasal sharp lyre
Dreams of the Caribbean (while you sleep) were replaced by dreams of Riga ...
I moved not according to Feng-shuyu cabinet and hangers in me are empty!
A perfume give my creativity perfume ..
and the microphone transmits noise ... at least handle it, if not lead!
And even diss second-rate, without you I will not write down the paddy ..
my angel do not sleep, my angel do not sleep, do not sleep, do not sleep !!!!
Life is a replenishment of the meaning of individual time.
reading the couplets make you shake a crowd of people
and innovative ideas fill the brains of the population
This is my goal .. I am not self-serving and your dream is not for me ...
Please wake up, my angel, how your support is ever needed.
Become a defeated pawn in a duel for a piece of hope
I somehow feel honestly honest - to leave without achieving fame,
And I am amused by the fact that you hear and be near as before!