Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Блудный Ангел

My prodigal angel
without wails and sighs,
almost without looking at each other
in the flickering light of candles,
again we dance the tango.
And it's not so bad:
I do not care where you spent
one hundred and endless nights.

My prodigal angel
I myself - not a saint.
Sometimes, I'm flying
in the attic and taverns,
where drinking poets,
where they are waiting for me, as a prisoner waiting for the dawn.
I come, like Muse,
right through the heart of them in poetry.

My unrestrained angel
without further ado and unnecessary gestures
so we dance with you,
ever so far!
How sweet it is tango!
And God, how jaded play!
But let. We are still together
and "stop" the director tells us.

Under our tango
angst not hiding someone crying.
And someone dreams of affection
and closes his eyes.
Dance, my angel!
After all, we're not able to otherwise.
Let us left two bars,
even if it looks the whole room.

September 1998.