Текст песни м. Христина Татаурова - Ангел

Across the sky in the middle angel flew
And he sang a quiet song,
And month and stars and clouds crowd
Ate the saint song.

He sang about blissful spirits
Under the gloys of the paradise gardens
About God he sang and praise
His uncovered was.

He soul Mlata in the arms carried
For peace, sadness and tears,
And the sound of his song in the shower
It remained without words, but alive.

And for a long time she languished
Wishes wonderful full
And the sounds of heaven could not replace
She is boring songs.