10.12.2021
Angels
My boys are not Angels AngelsAngels Broken wings
They used to fall so often, dreaming of making a fairy tale real
My boys are not Angels Angels
They’re simple angels
Mom, don’t swear at us, we’re good, but not saint
My boys are not angels, mom, and I am the same
They’re simple, it’s kind of easier
Not carrying blanks, somewhere, late at night
Cops are catching up, but we’ve been here
Mom, I’m not a bad guy, no, it’s just a coincidence
Music of my soul, lyric of the blocks
You have to live without the money and crime
Salary is not enough to live, because salary is little
So little for the young, white smoke is everywhere
There, believing in miracles is an incentive to keep going
Can you lend us a little bit of luck, God
And we don’t need more, with it we’ll hop on a Porsche
With it, less days will leave scars on the skin
It can protect from failures and traps
It will give me hope when I’ll fall down because of exhaustion
It’s a pity that it won’t heal the wings
My boys are not Angels Angels
Angels Broken wings
They used to fall so often, dreaming of making a fairy tale real
My boys are not Angels Angels
They’re simple angels
Mom, don’t swear at us, we’re good, but not saint
My boys are not Angels Angels
Angels Broken wings
They used to fall so often, dreaming of making a fairy tale real
My boys are not Angels Angels
They’re simple angels
Mom, don’t swear at us, we’re good, but not saint