Текст песни Гарик Сукачев - Это был ангел

I asked him - Friend, what are you doing here ?,
He replied - So just sit,
And he asked me - Hey, kurivo there?
It seems to have - I said - have a look.

I handed him a cigarette, he took
And so thoughtfully lit a cigarette.
Nothing I did not say it to him,
And I sat down at the edge of the railing.

He smoked in silence and something vzodhnul.
I stole a glance at him.
No, he was not a young man, forty years pulled,
It was a pity for something to it.

He was tired and he even seemed to be shaved,
The hair, like dust, gray hair.
All he hunched his shoulders, something dirty, sick
There were two of his beautiful white wings.

He finished his cigarette butt kicked click it,
I flew down light in the night.
He turned to me and slightly winked
And he said - Well, throw, what are you waiting for?

It was the angel, It was an angel,
It was the angel, It was an angel,
My.