Текст песни Александр Барыкин - Ангелы

Where is my home, flowing bitter smoke,
The prodigal son dries wine.
In heaven, my God is incomprehensible,
On the ground is dark.
On rusi blizzard, yes angels sing,
Angels sing.
Where is my house, in the night of the past sadness,
I'm given one, one,
In heaven, my holy rus,
On the ground is dark.
On rusi blizzard, yes angels sing,
Angels sing.

And when the last dawn,
To the world will enter my tired,
As a distortion of the gate of the monastery,
I whisper: it's time to go home.
On rusi blizzard, yes angels sing,
Angels sing.
According to Rusi, lobby, yes angels sing ...