Текст песни Ганза - Ангел

When white light becomes unwelcoming
Even midday shadows push the grave.
Mobile is barely breathing, is about to sit down,
A couple of unread and unanswered ones for the day.
Silence is worth more than gold
Swamps under the domes of the ashen city.
And either I am so exhausted, or the sky is falling
Splinters of showcases in someone's paws ...
Charges of vivacity drown in an ocean of lies
The heroes of the story take each other to knives.
I lower my head, listening to my heart.
It beats evenly, there is something to hope for ...
Change for the better and nothing else!
It is necessary to complete what has already begun.
The hotplate is on. Warmly. Almost idyllic.
The angel warms up, wrapped in his own wings.

Heaven will make reality
Spreading white wings.
The angel rushes about in captivity.
We quietly pray for forgiveness.
Heaven will make reality
Spreading white wings.
The angel rushes about in captivity.
We pray quietly ...

Under the skin the white veins are blue
With red blood, as on the flag of Russia.
Three colors, without which we cannot.
The meaning of being is in the word "Family".
But I would ask the eagle what is on the Coat of Arms:
"Why are you breaking your wings for yourself ?!
While you look from different sides
Ravens are circling over Mother's body. "
Not deprived of the crown feast in the rye,
Forget-me-nots wither, cursing life.
Or maybe it's useful sometimes to remember
Our case history of the capital ...
But the angel prays, calling for serenity.
Tenderness froze on the tips of the eyelashes.
The wings are folded. One under a warm blanket.
And overhead is the endless Sky ...

Heaven will make reality
Spreading white wings.
The angel rushes about in captivity.
We quietly pray for forgiveness.
Heaven will make reality
Spreading white wings.
The angel rushes about in captivity.
We pray quietly ...
Heaven will make reality
Spreading white wings.
The angel rushes about in captivity.
We quietly pray for forgiveness.
Heaven will make reality
Spreading white wings.
The angel rushes about in captivity.
We pray quietly ...