Текст песни Вадим Фомин - агония ангелов

And who won here and who lost, and whose banner rushed from the flagpole?
But the thoughts about the eternal habitually crashed to the right / left flanks
Their bills of honor met sending markup and flow rate
Only somewhere, grabby for the throat, someone's angel died

And it seems it was still the same as before - you sincerely rushed to the goal
And also the attack again ended with aiming strike by rod
But stimulus to stay alive - he is immortal as meanness and racks as vomiting
Only somewhere, closing one in the garage, chopped your little angel

The words were recognized, but it did not work out to tie them into separate phrases
in the morning dreamed of how someone faceless crushed your fingers Falanga
And if not enough for all oxygen, then there is enough carbon monoxide
So that everyone can see how, listening to the song of the motor, his angel will die