Текст песни Сергей Купин - Золотые ручьи

My angel snow silent.
I know why he did not fly.
He crushed the sky,
He can not breathe,
It is terrible eye depth,
He wants to tell everyone:

You can not even imagine:
Gold flowing streams,
                 And those golden streams
                         Draws.
                                   Draws ...

My angel is almost crystal.
I know why he was sad.
His wounds rainbow joy,
It did rain crucified,
Rest, untouchable
And his eyes say:

You can not even imagine:
Gold flowing streams,
                 And those golden streams
                       Draws.
                                 Draws ...