Текст песни Дмитрий Вагин - Ангел

The shape of the window frame
Dissolved foot
And the skies of the depth
He will ask: "Who are you?".
Only I, without smorn,
Without hope and lies,
In the blue sky dive.
Do not live in a different way.

You, old fate,
Away from the road to leave.
Harch Razba
I will join my back
Where is the intention of a white day,
in a hopp
In the card with an angel shot
Two wonderful wings.

And from the will circles,
And dark in the day,
And throw knives
From the window in me.
Flew away from trunks
from tables and stones.
Good and warm
Intrunning me.

Not right? And what?
I'm here at the top.
Well, not forever in the coat,
In the boots on the fur.
I'm from the sky stupid,
but through clouds milk
saw on the trail
Angel walks on foot.

Well, who should I become?
How to finish your verse?
Do not rightly fly,
Il by right of change?