Angels
We are not angels, we live on earth.Rain had melted away like tears on the glass.Our wings are opened, will fly away to heaven.And, perhaps, forgotten that we do not believe in miracles.Sailing in the sky, we knew where,And the solutions, we must have in the cloudsNight wings, like birds, fly away to heaven.We must have something to dream about.
Although I am not an angel,But I want to be with you.And you, too, not an angel,But still will be mine.But I do not know how longI'll be in the path.I promise, I promise to find.I promise, I promise to find.I'll find you.
We are not angels, we live on earth.Rain had melted away like tears on the glass.At night, we, like stars in the skyTwo fragments in the dark.Maybe it's only tears.
Although I am not an angel,But I want to be with you.And you, too, not an angel,Still, will be mine.But I do not know how longI'll be in the path.I promise, I promise to find.I promise, I promise to find.I'll find you.
Although I am not an angel,But I want to be with you.And you, too, not an angel,But still will be mine.But I do not know how longI'll be in the path.I promise, promise to find.I promise, I promise to find.I'll find you.