Текст песни Pirozhok - Ангел

I knew her for a couple of years-
Fragile girl
With a tortured heart
We met at the bus stop.
It was, I think, Thursday.
She wanted cigarettes
And somehow
Get warm.
I asked where she lives
Why on the street
At a time like this.
She answered timidly:
"stepfather drinks at home,
I'm afraid while he's there
Return"

I could not
Call her to you,
But stay close
And listen-
I was obliged.
We went up to the roof
In total darkness
And until the morning, wearing my cloak,
The girl was throwing
Into my heart
Heavy phrases.

She smoked a cigarette in fifth grade
When father died in an accident
at thirteen she was raped
drunken scum.
A little later she found out
What does it taste like
Absinthe.

Her mother is always at work:
Daughter does not see
And if he sees
then only in the morning.
Instead of "how are you, honey?"
Continuous reproaches.
And about the grades at school
Loud scandal.

Stepfather,
Former athlete,
Doesn't need a punching bag
Little girl is a cheap option
For hitting practice
Over the head and into the soul.

She has no friends
And if they were
That for a while.
In class she
Grey mouse.
Rather, an outcast.
Always circles under the eyes
Health problems
But she smiled
To spite the whole world.

Loved in the evenings
Climb high-rise buildings.
She wrote there
Into the notebook
Poems.
Listened to music.
I looked at the city.
This was her tiny paradise.
In the big world of lies

And when she felt bad
She called me
Drowned in vanity
We've met,
I helped with a kind word.
But for business
I was busy.
However, like everyone else.

A few days ago
She asked
For me to come.
To the same roof.
Six o'clock.
I was 2 minutes late.
Human screams below.

__________
I did not make it in time.
My little angel
Disappeared.