Текст песни
My little dark angel,
Weird as a hell
I never get through all the stories you tell,
With blood on the lips,
With love on a rise
I think that we pay an affordable price
My little dark angel,
Pretty as a hell
I never will play all the games you excel,
With bruises on hands,
With love on a rise
I think that we won the affordable prize
My little dark angel,
Endless as a hell
I'll never forget all the words that you yell,
With blood on the lips,
With smiles in your cries,
When someone will sink in your eyes.
My little dark angel,
Brutal as a hell
I never will try to knock the ghost in the shell,
With drops on your breast,
With pain in your laugh,
I think we will pay enough
