Angels also smoke and cry at night

[Verse 1]
Angels also smoke and cry at night,
Listen to Pink Floyd in the pale blue light.
Riding empty streetcars down a broken line,
Leaving all their halos and their grace behind.
Staring at the bottom of a coffee cup,
Wondering if it’s time that they were giving up.
[Chorus]
Maybe they’re just like us after all,
'Cause every angel is a wandering soul,
And even heaven can’t make them whole.
[Verse 2]
Angels also stare into the neon sky,
Waiting for a prayer or a soft reply.
In cheap rented rooms, they move the chairs around,
Listening for a silence, for a different sound.
They fold up their wings when the city gets too bright,
Just another stranger walking through the night.
[Chorus]
[Huk]
Hiding inside a song,
Waiting for a lover's touch...
They try to play it strong,
'Cause it costs so much.
[Verse 3]
Yeah, angels also watch the petals fall,
From dying little flowers on a concrete wall.
They know that heavy rain can wash away the stone,
And even in a crowded room, you die alone.
They know that honest words can cut you like a knife,
While watching us gamble with this fragile life.
[Bridge]
They have their midnight terrors, just like you and me,
Tangled in the dark where they can never flee.
But the heaviest secret that they have to hold,
Isn't about the devil or the streets of gold...
It’s that angels also love. That’s why they’re here.
Holding onto something that disappears.                May Be  [Huk]
Hiding inside a song,
Waiting for a lover's touch...
They try to play it strong,
'Cause it costs so much

Адаптация/перевод стихотворения Екатерины Юргель "ангелы"
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