Текст песни Weekend - Этим вечером ангелы плакали

This evening angels cried

This evening angels cried
Remembered the former molbs
Peace renunciation
Two candles on hand habit

And burned and melted the body
Like tears under the saints
Choosing this strange thing
One life live for two

Sing, walk my guitar
How much strength and anger is
All that was, and we are all a little!
In the bright flame burn!

But do not cry the winged authors
Do not be sad in grief about us
We start to understand everything
Unfortunately il Fortunately without you

And leads us to the beginning of the story
Like a compass north leads
In the footsteps of tears and theory
And maybe we are lucky!