Текст песни Дверь В Лето - Ангел Молчания

Angel of Silence, tired of dust and steel
Spread my wings
Over the cities we've waited in
They grew up, were surprised, loved.
In warm, always empty pockets
Hiding trembling hands.
In long wanderings we were looking for words
But only sounds were found.

The cries of babies, the breath of the sea
The noise of frozen trams
The rustle of cloaks
Regular knock of turnstiles in the subway
Cacophony of seagulls.
This whole life is like an unsung passage
Blues on the tape of the road.
Indistinguishable behind the rustle of wings
The one who sets all the dates.

All this life - for a piece of warmth
For an innocent touch
For half glances, for half smiles,
For losing a long battle.
I would remember, I would remember the name of the one
Who tied us with an absurd line.
Maybe it's his magic
To this day, it haunts me.

"Maybe, maybe ..." - the water whispers,
Filling in the off-season.
Summer remained sand on the lips
Yes, insomnia motives in jazz.
But wherever you are, I'll be with you
To sing you goodbye
On a windy morning when
The Angel of Silence will call you.