After all, we are not angels, we live on earth Dozhdem melted away like tears on the glass Our wings melted, fly away to heaven And, perhaps, forgotten that we do not believe in miracles
Sailed across the sky, we knew where And the solutions, we, probably, in the clouds Night wings, like birds, fly away to heaven We probablyWhat a dream
Although I am not an angel But I want to be with you And you are not an angel But still will be mine But I do not know how many will be in the way I promise, I promise to find I promise-obscheayu find I'll find you
After all, we are not angels, we live on earth Dozhdem melted away like tears on the glass Night weas in the sky Zweden For fragments in the dark Maybe it's only tears