In the dark eyes of the seasons Your eyes Cold and still longing for the fires In the ice Little angels falling from the sky Within your hair The earth is small like colored butterflies Inside your hand
Weeping meadows fill the clouds with stardust Open windows lighten the streets with stardust “Fly away, my little angel To a strange land where you can find your wings Fly away, my dark angel To a strange land where you can find some peace”
Сумрачны глаза наших поколений, Твои глаза Ждут и ищут страсти и спасенья В холодах.
Μικροί άγγελοι πέφτουν απ’τ’αστέρια Στα μαλλιά σου Η γη ανάλαφρη σαν πεταλούδα Στα δάχτυλά σου