Текст песни Квартет им. Достоевского - Ангелы

ANGELS

On the walls, time writes history
Play an oratorio on tambourines
We came, but it becomes scary suddenly
Angels - flew south.

Sweat soaked raincoats through the rain,
We go ... Who roars in the darkness, who squeaks?
There, out of the darkness, it’s us, isn't it?
Angels - disappeared into the distance.

Sticky fear with a fever obsessed
Here, in the houses, they went into a trance under the button accordion.
Under the button accordion everything becomes frantic ...
Angels - forgot about us.

We go - someone is dead, and who is sick -
In the rain - sticky, soaked, empty.
You see, look how our faces are white ...
We have come ... We are now also Angels.