Текст песни Григорий Данской - Ангелы на шариках воздушных

By the time the run indifferent,
not so defenseless, how ridiculous,
angels flew on the balls of air -
not because they were deprived of their wings,
not because time is over before the deadline
and nearing the turn of timelessness,
not because they are so lonely -
so to send in flight
colored balls on children's ...

Fidgety, like puppies and naughty -
habit in the highest to the nomadic life -
angels flew on Air balls,
though I must confess I do not know why.
But the trouble - nobody noticed.
And the world was tightened in the ring tram.
Only a dirty, ragged children
fired from slingshots in their faces.
Not transgressing the cherished threshold
they are like shadows, leaving us.
Like the swallows flying by God,
to return to God at the right time
colored balls on children's ...