Текст песни Ария и Кипелов - Ангельская пыль

On the edge of the cliff, which was an eternity,
You stand alone in the strange power of dreams
And, having said goodbye to the world you want to be careless,
Game Playing with fire unearthly storms.
Finally you're happy as anyone in the world,
Angel dust blows you up.
Only her subject and delight, and the wind,
The liquid heaven sounds you laugh.

Angel dust.
This is a dream and a true story!

Madman, a fugitive - there is no road.
You see the wrong light.
Your angel lit a fire mirage.
He wants to kill you ...

At the edge of the cliff unearthly song,
Music of the gods and goddesses of voice.
You soar above the world, but the trader's paradise
Take out the soul out of you for heroin.
Are you tired of being a bird and fell stone
He collapsed from a height to escape the fate.
On the edge of the cliff again fly to the flame
Hundreds of moths suicide.

Angel dust.
This is a dream and a true story!

Madman, a fugitive - there is no road.
You see the wrong light.
Your angel lit a fire mirage.
He wants to kill you ...

Madman, a fugitive - there is no road.
You see the wrong light.
Your angel lit a fire mirage.
He wants to kill you ...