Taking off your evening dress
And facing the wall you stand.
I observe the recent scars
On your smooth as velvet back.
I am ready to cry with anguish
Either to fall into sleep
Watching your back without your wings.
I liked them to see.
Where’s the wings, my dear?
I liked watching them on your back.
Where’s the wings, my dear?
I liked watching them on your back.
In the past we spent time very easy.
But now the task is not light
To tell that strong persons eat the weaks
To prove that soot is white.
We all lost something important
On that reckless and stupid war.
In fact where’s your lovely wings
Which I always liked to watch?
Where’s the wings, my dear?
I liked watching them on your back.
Where’s the wings, my dear?
I liked watching them on your back.
I don’t ask if you have heap of money
I don’t ask you about your men.
I see that you’re scared of opened windows
And of the upper levels
And if tomorrow some fire flare up
And the building is in flame
We shall die because you lost the wings.
I would like to see them again.