Текст песни Надежда Бурдыкова - Ангел-малютка

Sinking life all in fuss
It's hard to step toward a cute soul.
And in the blue of that height
Long path, bitter way, eternal way

A miracle with my hand I do not file
I do not pick it up with a white dove
Ah, who would call for help
Angel? Baby Angel ...

Angel, bright angel, fly in a distant rest,
Where my friend is welcome,
Where my friend is my friend
Over the tired of the head of the Woods Blue
With flavors like spring
Rain of proles, rain flowers alive, rain flowers alive.

I fall asleep, and you fly,
I fall asleep, and you be with him,
In the soul world, the world of Holy Brans
You fly, Cherub, Cherub!