Текст песни Gardarika - Мертвый ангел

Cornet Obolensky regiment consisted
On account of a reasonably good
Mothers felt his light
Eligible bachelor
He often shuttled to Paris
But the meeting was not a fool
Cut poker and bridge.

She was the bohemian poet
From tuberculosis to pale cheeks
Priestess of free love, maid of evil
Himself was in my dreams
Decline and death of love
In his transcendent poetry
She called herself:

Dead Angel
in a wreath of daffodils withered
Dead angel - the languid
Fallen angels.

He fell in love with her at first sight
Lost rest and sleep
He was ready to believe in the goodness of graves
Since she believes it
Rotisserie with her one table
Censer in praise of Lilith
And inhaled cocaine

He quickly learned the science of it -
He also became dearer
The sunshine and the creation of hands
The ruins of the kingdom of shadows
And in a happy hour
Gifted he was finally
from its comprehensive caresses.

Dead Angel
in a wreath of daffodils withered
Dead angel - the languid
Fallen angels.

After returning from maneuvers, he learned that she
Now, the young banker's wife
And it is no longer anything to be -
A sense of old - empty words.
She left for a fashionable resort,
And then - in Monaco, Paris and New York
Her international fame waited -
Oh, dead an angel - black widow!

But Cornet believed that she would return,
Cherished hope and suddenly
I learned from the newspapers that struck last
It is a chronic illness.
And ending with a sweet dream ...
Lying on the table revolver
And it overlooked the cartridge.

Where are you, angel
in a wreath of daffodils withered?
Dead angel - the languid
Fallen angels.