Текст песни Константин Телегин - Лети, лети, мой ангел...

We lived simply, austere
No kidding, no kings
Hats flew over the crowd
And we did not need a rest

And there was a place where we are waiting
The fire was burning cozy fire
And it was all in your hands
But you remain in the clouds

Let it will be difficult
Leave a warm bed
Let it be far
Fly, fly, my angel to distant lands (2p)

In trifles losing blood
But believing in the pure love
We did not burn cities
Although so little words

And it was all that could be
But how could I forget you
I felt cramped in these dreams
So I need your hand

Let it will be difficult
Leave a warm bed
Let it be far
Fly, fly, my angel to distant lands (4p)