Текст песни Аваллон - Падший Ангел

Waving wing, shielding the sun,
Replacing the moon, sowing night.
I'm on fire I will not deny it,
Nothing can help me.
But I'm not trying to escape,
I only its fire and alive,
And in the flames of passion I rush
Burn until enough forces.

Burn until down from heaven, not a new day.
Burn until the candle will not turn into gray ashes.
While over us night blithely rules the world,
With me my fallen angel.

It is light, but not a saint.
It is not a demon, but close.
It is easy to fire plays
He was so humble in her hands.

She is the goddess and servant, she is naive and strict,
She descended from heaven to me,
I'm so easily in her heat.