Текст песни Владімірус АЙВЕНГО - Рисунок ангела

Figure of an angel

One day it was snowing like this hour.
Young children playing in the yard.
You loved mate and jazz.
I loved to lie in the grass.

Grandmother walking with granddaughter
and he is holding in his hand a branch.
You are welcomed their pen.
My grandmother knew and we did not,

that the world is somewhere else is asleep,
and we are the creators of nature.
You are my red thread.
We created the nations

You have burned a halo.
It you do not have time to clean.
And I loved the mystery
and you secretly draw.

Grandma loved the snow.
You found a pencil
and we stopped the passage of time.
We painted collage of the world.

A hundred years back
we will sit in the snow.
You will begin to draw the nature,
I love so much.

Then I did not know,
the angels descend from heaven.
I remember that you loved
and I believed in the fulfillment of miracles.

Today it is snowing again.
Grandmother walking with granddaughter.
Angel I miss when you do not.
Come, I paint the world with a ballpoint pen.