Текст песни Лора Провансаль - Мой ангел

Along the river valleys, where the grass is waistened,
On the dew of the fields, along the road dust,
I will freeze alone and sing about love,
She alone was serving.
Her subjects are more difficult every year -
Hot bonfires have cooled down in the wind.
Echoes me in the way only a nightnage,
Yes, the branches of Yves are rustling.

But my angel walks in the garden, and sits roses.
They have huge spikes - but how the bud burden!
My cruel!
My naive ...
Oh, how strong the thread that the Lord connected us with you!

But once I met an old man -
He said that there would be no way further;
Only wind, only crow scream
They will sing with a string.
So I turned the high fence:
I stayed with a fool - you have to live like people.
Let everything that I still believed,
He goes side.

And on the road by the stream my angel sobbed;
With shame, he covered his face with his palms.
My sad ...
My powerless ...
Why is that strong thread that the Lord tied us up with you?

Winter ended, herbs stood in meadows.
I saw those who live like people -
They are dreaming of love, about nightnights
In a rustle of foliage ...
“Lord,” I asked, “what happened to me?”
He betrayed himself - who will be true?! "
The door knocked out, and left for fate -
To subjects of love.

And in the midst of heavenly ships, my angel flies.
He pinches crumbs with pigeons, and looks down slyly -
My careless ...
My immortal!
Blessed the thread that the Lord connected us with you.