Пикник25.02.2017 / 20:00Москва, 16 Тонн...
An angel's silver wings
An angel's silver wings are light As sun, until the rust Turns metal of eternal white Into a handful of black dust. A pair of angel's silver wings Are waiting... but have I Prayed for forgiveness of my sins For long enough to love and fly? I'm watching the strong wind of grey That's blowing feathers far Away from dreaming earth, away... Back to the heaven star... An angel's silver wings can't rise A human to the sky. But, passionate, can I be wise Enough to love and die?