Текст песни Антон Стравинский - Печальный ангел

Sad angel looking out the window
Tremble palm , dark soul
Blind people are going to die
Do not run up , and do not fly

On the walls of the temple of traces of rain
In the hands of the award - the warmth of nails
Cherished shot of phrases and words
ears punched and drains the blood

A bird in the sky painted door
Burn page , waiting for them in April
Sad angel looking out the window
The glass palms , and in the dark soul