Текст песни Владимир Артамонов - Ангел в кабаке

I Skywalker,
I was not lucky:
I fell, injuring
Right wing,
A rose from his knees -
Around the head.
On Earth wandered
I'm not a year, not two.
Everything is knocking at the door -
Fists in the blood,
But no one believed
In light of my love.
I played the flute
Under one window,
I kiss the whip
By then the other,
It opened the third,
When he heard me scream,
Yes, the wind slammed
The shutters at the same moment.
So I went with hope
In every yard and house,
And me in the crotch
Muddy boots.
Like everything in the world
I wanted good -
I paid with copper
Instead of silver.
And in the soul powerless
Settled sorrow
And in place of wings
There was a hump.
bright clothing
Wear dust
Only the voice of the former
I have not ruined.

Brakes, passer:
Here nearly so
Consoling angel of God
Songs tavern.