Текст песни Кукрыниксы - Ангел с грязным лицом

Behind my lurking back
An angel with a dirty face,
He lived with me,
He became a mind and soul-
The Angel was a scoundrel!
I tried to frighten my shadow,
Avoided his thoughts,
What has become now-
Split life!

We two are torn off all the masks from the faces!
Tender, torn wings of birds!
Mashut and spit in my soul,
They would have to agree with her!

I stand on my own and stood,
All asked, if possible,
Do not take my "I",
Be careful with me.
And over time, black dust
Burned his eyelids,
I recognized my shadow-love
The Angel has become a man!