Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Ангел Седой

Me angel of the morning came gray ,
He was sick, tossed in a hot delirium,
Called me whether in hell , or in heaven ,
All asked : "Choose! "

He obzhёg its wings in flight with me ,
Buried his soul in the sacred ash ,
Indifference counter eye
Accepted for refusing ...

He was kind , he was crying , encounters with evil ,
He wanted to take me and wrap up warm ,
Well I did not open before him the frozen door,
I told him : "Do not now !"

Said afterwards that he was getting old fast ,
Black began , forgetting that once was white ,
Which of the house where he lived my angel,
Released yesterday damn wild lame .

He disappeared in the darkness, but firmly rumor
That he was dragging on the ground two white wings ...
And before getting into the night was gone,
Turned and laughed ...