Текст песни Untitled - Крылатый

my angel now tired and sad -
He folded their wings, eyes looking sick.
Trembling whispers in my farewell speech ears.
silent. I have long said goodbye to him too.

my angel tells me about forgiveness.
he asks: "repent, admit the sins"
in the eyes of his strange, gray-fall
overflowed river bottomless melancholy.

my angel I make the bed of the decision.
but I spend my nights in captivity
alcohol-lightly-sweet embrace ...
"Ma chere ... to you I will come later"

Winged drops a tear of the bed,
kissing my forehead in deathbed delirium ..
he forgave me, opened my arms.
Whisper: "I'm sorry .. my place in Hell .."

Then, light wings, cut the white,
Neglected your halo in the shade of dusty corners,
My Angel whispered my name is drunk,
Hell's flames burn fires ...