Текст песни Уровень Контроля - Крылья

Wings

The wings are burnt
Will not be lifted up.
And there was an angel
On the ground among rats.
Rats hate
Love and beauty.
And the angel will die
For your dream.

He dreamed of seeing
The beauty of people.
But the angel saw
Just a crowd of animals.
And the fool does not believe
That his dream
A bunch of angry madmen.
Where is their beauty?

Chorus:
Where the garden of Eden is,
Could bloom
Concrete boxes
Destined to grow.
Souls for a song
People are selling.
They hate each other
They kill, they lie.

The angel is crying, crying
The dream did not come true.
Looking for an angel, looking for
Where is the beauty?
And he doesn't believe, stupid,
For hundreds of years
In those that were called people
And the soul is gone.

Rats, not people
They rule here now.
They hate each other
They kill, they lie.
And the angel would run away
From the damned rats.
But the wings are burnt
Will not be lifted up.

Chorus:
Where the garden of Eden is,
Could bloom
Concrete boxes
Destined to grow.
Souls for a song
People are selling.
They hate each other
They kill, they lie.