Текст песни Сиплый пакет - Ангелы

They fly, not sitting on the ground ever,
Neither prayers or speeches do not hear.
They came from there, where my dream was born,
True, it burned as a phytille candle.

Their eyes - heaven a particle where they live,
Two pieces of ice, where I do not affect.
They are absolutely anyway how many people die
And how much could it still be born.

They told me that there is happiness:
Do not sleep all night, holding hands.
Since then, I never see dreams, unfortunately,
But they fly, and they are nevertal separation.

They fly and, perhaps, to the right death,
And no longer turn the time to reverse.
I also once wanted to die
To become your guardian angel to become.