Текст песни Кристина Багдасарян - Ангел

On asphalt moving gait
From the house there was a direct vendor -
Thoughts exactly the nefple,
In your head your personal hell,

But an angel down his head
Fallen from the sky in your fiery,
So that with charred wings
To hide you.

Then it was usual:
Swallowed night extinct matches
Thishine thin thread
New senses, dreams ...

And angel down his head
Fallen from the sky in your fiery,
So that with charred wings
To hide you.

And to the poverty point came out,
And between the meanings of words heard,
As a thin thread thread
Dictate someone's dreams.

And the angel down his head
Fell from the sky in his firm,
So that with charred wings
Hold it.