Текст песни Anika - tras

Dost thou go stubbornly on wet quarters
in the rain
And you look tired, but simply got
for the umpteenth time to think about it
Cry, do not want solitude
just long for the gentle hands
But a strong, proud
Heart free
tired believe the words

Angels do not cry, sad angels
Under eyelash hide salty pain
Blindly luck
Stars fly
again promising to return the love

Words of hope that there will be as before
I do not warm you
As the homeless on the windowsill
jump raindrops
To hell with the rules straightened wings
With white flocks in the sky,
But a strong, proud
Heart free
and believes miracles again

Angels do not cry, sad angels
Under eyelash hide salty pain
Blindly luck
Stars fly
again promising to return the love