Текст песни Кристина Багдасарян - От ангелов пахнет холодом

The angels smell cold,
brought on a jacket from the street,
nerve smoking and milk
the buzz of silence, the city
with jagged roofs - hatch slouch
everyone hearing: knock with a hammer.

Like a winged in the air ...
As if driven in with a serial number.
to the brain - bridges traced in it -
I rush forward squadrons
breaking their masts, - fight game-over-ohm, -
emptiness breaking through posts.

And the windows were staring in like this
What can not hide the sadness, looking.
It is impossible to hide from them.
Be at least a hundred fake fights -
Attempts to break through the fading of colors - to live for the sake of -
and dreams and sadness - to me to keep.

Transparent semi-transparent
water-glass: see through the beam
the essence of the eyes is more and more shadows
if you selectively get acquainted,
ideas stitch - at random
the unreality of the lights will crawl.

The angels smell cold,
brought on a jacket from the street,
they hear the voice saturated with the sun, and they squint,
from the howling, poured by moonlight - slouch ...
Or I am delirious - and all is not serious:
there is no silence, there is no city
we, breathing in the road dust, are forever young,
and we are not late
in the sky - mercilessly star -
seek silence bridges
our masts will remain there - where the crosses will be put,
where we walked, breaking through the posts of emptiness.