Текст песни М. Приходько, Г. Пухова на стихи Л.Миллер - Ангел бедный, ангел мой

Angel poor, my angel ,
Take me Home,
Take me away from the edge ,
Where , quietly burn out ,
Days go nowhere ,
Where lake water
Sleeping under a yellow blanket .
I'm asking you about the small :
In the quiet dusk , save ,
Last leaves do not extinguish ,
Let it shine on the road ,
According to the threshold of which you
Privedёsh to the end of the day
I get lost .