Текст песни Адриан и Александр - Опускаюсь по ступеням

I am going down the stairs
By sanctuary fire
Pacified as being able,
My poor soul.
With every step, everything is wonderful,
All tractable convoy:
My angel bawl songs
And laughs at me.

How wondrous beasts in the circle! -
I would take myself one.
We would be with her in a quiet location
At b howling at the moon.
And above us in the hot sky
Everything would be circled as a living,
My angel from heaven fare
And with the scandalous zurna.

I am going down the stairs
By sanctuary fire
Pacified as being able,
My poor soul.
My angel, die-arise,
Take me with you,
And this place of execution
Let somebody else Laban