Текст песни Илья Оленьев - Ангел всех городов

Hello, angel of all cities,
I'm on the edge of sadness.
From the shores of heaven knows what
The boat set sail his

My sun softly sings,
At the cradle daughter shakes
Crying and waiting ...

Over the years, the sail was the Crimson,
Ship dilapidated shrinking tobacco,
And in the hold of the stench and the smell of blood
Reminds me of a tavern.
And, indeed, everything is not so gloomy.
And I'm going with nothing to you.
Question gonna ambiguous -
What for?

Sad day by March end,
A hopelessness longer.
Love is at stake.
To come to Moscow for a number of days
I needed to see
And to have time? I did not make it in time.
I did not learn to hate.
I sang.

Hello angel all cities
I'm on the edge of sadness.
From the shores of heaven knows what
The boat set sail his