Текст песни Кристина Багдасарян - От ангелов пахнет холодом

From Angels smells like cold,
brought by the jacket from the street,
nervous cigarette smoke and milk,
Hood silent city
with uneven roofs - bar hunched
each hearing: knock hammer.

As vcherchenny wings in the air ...
As if driven into a serial number
in the brain - are traced in it bridges -
I am torn forward squadrons
breaking their mast, - fight game-over-th -
void breaking through the posts.

A window looked into so
What you can not hide the sadness, looking.
You can not hide from them.
Be at least a hundred fake fights -
Attempts to break blёklost paints - to live for -
and dreams and sadness - I keep.

Transparent poluprizrachny
water-glass: a ray see through
the essence of the eye - it is increasingly shadows
if acquainted selectively,
ideas to impose seams - at random
popolzёt unreality lights.

From Angels smells like cold,
brought by the jacket from the street,
hear the voice, saturated with sunshine - and squint,
by howling, moonlight poured - slouch ...
Or am I raving - and yet not serious:
Hood no silence, there is no city,
we breathe the dust - forever young
and we are not too late
in the sky - the star mercilessly -
seek silence bridges,
there will remain our masts - where to put the crosses,
where we were going, breaking through the void positions.