Ангела [Anhela] [English translation]

Angel, like me!...Angel, like me!...

Angel, like me!...Angel!...

So you want me to be yours,

You want me to fly again,

Send me another text,

Now this one seems sweeter,

Sweeter than a nightingale,

But that is not your interest.

Followed by a photo where you're all fragile,

Or just asking for help.

So it's you that I had been looking for all this time,

And all the sharp edges are now blunt...

As you stick out from the rest,

It becomes so easy to agree.

While at night we do not know where to go,

Frankie and Johnny, grown-up kids.

I run and don't cling on, really,

All my devices 1 are out of battery,

And people are no longer boats, 2

Just Montmartre, you, her and Dali!

---Chorus---

Angel, like me!...Angel, like me!...

Only where can you find one now?...

Angel, like me!...

Angel, like me!...

Only where can you find one now?...

Angel!...

Angel, like me!...(x3)

Angel!...

And if you want me to leave,

If you want me to shut up,

Send me over another text,

'That it's not you, it's me',

That I didn't get drunk on wine, nor had flings on flights 3

That I didn't see a knife coming into my back,

From anywhere, just not you, shock!

Don't even care about that, do you at least care for yourself, or not?...

This pain will live in me,

As in a stone.

Viennese Schiele, Klimt and Lindt...

All can't break through this damned ice between us.

Just as I thought that I found my Holy Grail!

So passions melted,

In hotel rooms,

It all became a norm now,

Now say it again:

'That it's not you, it's me'

We have gone too far.

Call me, if you get better, 4

Because here we lost our paradise!

---Chorus---

1. phone2. reference to Skryabin Song 'People like boats'3. in song text refers here as 'play with stewardess'4. alternatively if you can forgive/move on (from this)

• Artist:Boombox
• Album:Рубікон