Текст песни Paris'71 - Marble Angel

Marble Angel

Two dying candles and Coptic cross

A bitter epitaph – not for (a) dead loss

A blooming almond and dismal skies

And marble Angel with sparkling eyes!

A somber – brown of fallen leaves

The veil of twilight, a sound of (a) kiss

The smell of incense – familiar scent

And marble Angel in cerement!

Whom are you guarding?

Who sleeps beneath?

Who comes to cry here

With blackthorn wreath?

Whose tears are falling?

Whose years pass?

Whose are these footprints

On vernal grass? во втором On autumn grass?