Текст песни Би-2 - Где-то ангелы кричат...

Her eyes do not look at the stars
They moth beats live fire
Another ordinary evening is lived
And with it, he every time another.
Her accusations - messengers cool
As in August, the grass clippings
And let her words no truth
It is divine law.
Chorus:
Somewhere angels cry: & quot; I'm sorry - Goodbye & quot;
It melts the soul like a candle
Pour into the heart of sadness
I'm forever yours, do you - draw.

Her radiance outshines the sun
And freezes the blood in her shade
Such happiness is expensive given
Crown, where any look.
Any jack in her large deck
Will fall as a victim of jealousy blind
She's one of me and leaves
It has long been well-trodden path.
Chorus:
Somewhere angels cry: & quot; I'm sorry - Goodbye & quot;
It melts the soul like a candle
Pour into the heart of sadness
I'm forever yours, do you - draw.

& Quot; Shakespeare. Sonnet 130
Her eyes do not look at the stars
You can not call the coral lips,
Not crisp white leather shoulder open,
And the black wire is twisted strand.

With damask rose, crimson or white,
It is impossible to compare the hue of the cheeks.
And the body smells, the smell of the body,
Not as a gentle violet petals.

You will not find it in perfect lines,
Special light on the forehead.
I do not know how to march goddess
But darling walked the earth.

And yet it is so unlikely to yield,
People compared lush misrepresented. & Quot;