White lips, pale face Белые губы, бледное лицо, Breathing in snowflakes Вдыхает снежные хлопья, Burnt lungs, sour taste Сожженные легкие, кислый вкус. Light's gone, day's end Стало темно, кончился день, Struggling to pay rent Борется, чтобы платить за квартиру, Long nights, strange men Долгие ночи, незнакомые люди...
[Chorus:] [Припев:] And they say Говорят, She's in the Class A Team Что она в Команде Класса А*, Stuck in her daydream Застряла в своих грезах, Been this way since 18 Делает это с 18 лет. But lately her face seems Но в последнее время ее лицо кажется Slowly sinking, wasting Медленно тонущим, изнуренным, Crumbling like pastries Крошащимся, как пирожные. And they scream Они кричат. The worst things in life come free to us Худшее, что может случиться в жизни, достается нам бесплатно, Cos we're just under the upperhand Потому что мы все под чьим-то влиянием And go mad for a couple of grams И сходим с ума, чтобы достать пару граммов. And she don't want to go outside tonight Она не хочет выходить из дома сегодня вечером. And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland И на трубке** она полетит на родину Or sells love to another man Или продаст любовь другому мужчине. It's too cold outside А на улице так холодно For angels to fly Для полетов ангелов, Angels to fly Полетов ангелов...
Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone
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And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they say The worst things in life come free to us Cos we're just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple of grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly
An angel will die Covered in white Closed eye And hoping for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line
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And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us, Cos we're just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple of grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly
To fly, fly Angels to fly, to fly, to fly Angels to die