Текст песни Полина Фомина - Мой Ангел

Behind the windows, space loses patience,
I forget dreams, fear fall asleep.
The black alien man hides behind the mirror.
History knows such examples:
I will not be the first, and in this is not the first
My angel, I'm sorry, I do not know what to say next.

Moth fly to the moon.
The horizon goes to the bottom.

Messages are looking for their addresses,
Svettyly at the end disappearing somewhere
When the waiting time has expired.
I spoke from anger in risk area,
When the current source is close
Failure in the system, grinding wiring.

Today we have tomorrow,
And tomorrow will not be that
Under the clavicle is my draft soul.
Drive crazy shadows with silhouettes
Rights are flying into autumn stribies.

Crescents with a cotton shirt,
My angel, forgive me and take care!
(Author of words and music Polina Fomina)