As a feather flitter in the wind, You sparkle brighter than the sunshine splendor, You smell like sweet rose in the morning in And I know that these hands are the most tender.
I know that all is different, and you are with you crave I am crying from desire, and running on the pave.
In the crowd I see your face – Once again dream of your grace. In the sky I'll fly and tweet. Fallen angel, I repeat: Ruling me, Stupefy my mind, you see And every night a slave retreating Runs away but thirsts for meeting
I really want to return back the clocks - Correcting all of errors, whereof I can feel sorry, To protect from all of painful shocks, Can sometimes be bolder and fewer getting worried
At present all is different, and you are with you crave I am looking for my fortune, and running on the pave.
In the crowd I see your face – Once again dream of your grace. In the sky I'll fly and tweet. Fallen angel, I repeat: Ruling me, Stupefy my mind, you see And every night a slave retreating Runs away but thirsts for meeting
You know that, things are changing at the end.. And you and I, I'm sure, are not those who were formerly – You every moment try on masks in trend And I'm now not so naive, but live with Hope's horner.
Don’t care if all is different and you are with you’ll toss! I'm leaving you on purpose – return you at all costs!
In the crowd I see your face - (See your face..) Once again dream of your grace. In the sky I'll fly and tweet. Fallen angel, I repeat: Ruling me, Stupefy my mind, you see And every night a slave retreating Runs away but thirsts for meeting