Angels at the top, like a bird in a cage I'm on the ground, smoking among the killers Drowning in the sink, wine on the pressure The blood flowed in the Baltic Sea But the houses are burning in the city My grief is from the mind In the deck, the tape is BK The road to the dead end In a crowd of people, I carry a torch in my hand We speak the same language, but you don't understand I pour whiskey to raise again Again and again, the views are carried beyond the horizon New dawn and heated concrete These boxes where I was born And there are millions of such, our life is a dream Someone's made up dream I hide my face ridiculously The show will end, and I will go to the bis With my bare feet on a narrow catnip Not to heaven, but down, they all lie Stay with me a couple more minutes Not to heaven, but down, they all lie Stay with me a couple more minutes ��� Angels, angels at the height, where the singing of birds I smoke on the ground among the killers Drowning in the sink, wine on the pressure The blood flowed in the Baltic Sea But in the city, the houses are burning My grief is a fog Give me a cassette, a backup The road to a dead end In a crowd of people, I carry a torch in my hand We speak the same language, but you don't understand I pour whiskey to raise again Again and again, the views are carried beyond the horizon New dawns, heated concrete These boxes where I was born And there are a million of them, our life is a dream I hide my face ridiculously The show will end, and I will go to the bis With my bare feet on a narrow catnip Not to heaven, but down, they all lie Stay with me a couple more minutes Not to heaven, but down, they all lie Stay with me a couple more minutes *