Текст песни Дмитрий Порохин - ты мой ангел

And my White Angel flew over the white houses
He looked for me everywhere, he wanted to be closer
I thought it would be better if the wings were above me
What kind of angel are you then? You are not an angel, but a hero!
He believed and tried so hard, only there was not enough strength.
Wonderful feathers from white wings flew and broke.
He did not listen to persuasion, covered me with a wing
From unnecessary conversations around the corner.

My white angel, fly!
You are constantly on the road.
You tore yourself from the sky
To come true fiction.
Fly my White Angel to me!

He laughed at me through tears, hid a bitter cry in my throat,
And his eyes were watering with pain, as if he was a gray-haired old man.
There is no evil or fear in the sky, he quietly whispered to me:
"You are from heaven the holy of dust - Yes, this is not what you dreamed about."
On earth, simple and sinful black smoke, longing and blood,
But this eternity lives here called Love
This bird expiates all curses and evils,
It's just that Angels don't know about love - no luck!

My white angel, fly!
You are constantly on the road.
You tore yourself from the sky
To come true fiction.
Fly my White Angel to me!

My white angel, fly!
You are constantly on the road.
You tore yourself from the sky
To come true fiction.
Fly my White Angel to me!

My white angel, fly!
You are constantly on the road.
You tore yourself from the sky
To come true fiction.
Fly my White Angel to me!