Текст песни Пашка - Мои ангелы

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My angels of black feathers
The flaps of the wings raise dust
Their eyes see the world in black, probably
And they only peck on rot ...

Through my fingers I see the blinding sun
But it does not warm, the body is cold covered
My teeth rattled off the alarm
And hundreds of black wings soared into the sky
I want to breathe, greedily swallowing air
But the lungs go numb from oxygen
I have lived a lot or a little, I don't know
What matters to me is that while there is a road
Even if not
What matters is that she is
I don't know where it will lead
But my angels are with me and here.