Текст песни Лирика Смерти - Падшие ангелы

- The capital is clothed with moonlight,
Sunset burns out in the afternoon of the living.
Fallen angels sad faces
And in the eyes - hell of hopelessness.
Cigarettes in hand ... drunk with life ...
It is not given to fly in the sky again.
Eternally proud, angry, stubborn,
Doomed to fall to the bottom
Fall next to me, born from the bottom,
I don't remember what it means to "hover".
You say you're free now?
It is not customary to say that here ...
They are not used to talking here at all,
Just bark, scream and hiss.
Your wings are unaccustomed from heaven,
Do you want to fly to Eternity again?
Do you dream of heavenly groves again?
Fallen angel, come back.
And believe me, it will be better for everyone
Do not disturb our careless hell ...