Текст песни Альвар - Босиком по лужам

He does not care about white-winged ranks -
Broken-down, you know, on the drum! -
I am walking down the street barefoot angel
Tranquil with his hands in his pockets.

In heaven it is certainly warmer -
Here's the autumn on the verge of guys!
And in his pocket player,
But the player "B-2" and "Agatha".

Wings gray veil will hide,
Hugging unusual shoulders.
Barefoot in the sky is difficult at times.
Barefoot in the puddles, it seems easier.

The heavens know so do not praise.
Do not put like that - people.
Only an angel down again fall down,
And the streets will wander.

Under the bare feet - pools,
And bang raindrops.
He is someone, and this is necessary -
Serokryly and barefoot angel.

Wings gray veil will hide,
Hugging unusual shoulders.
Barefoot in the sky is difficult at times.
Barefoot in the puddles still easier.