пыль ангелов [Pil' Angelov] [English translation]

its a small line of happiness

i think,im under control of that

a long line of life

is beatin in arm wrist higher and higher

i sank in crazy white color

flew to the sky without wings

i flow down from the skies through veins

but it catched my soul

sun's dust

white,white,angels's dust

run to the sky together with u

but ur caress goes straight to my blood

white,white,angels's dust

fall down in the sky together with u

i know,thats love

its a small line of light

and angels know about it

but white line of paradise

goes till the point,till ending

broken,wet stars

r like a accidental stars in pockets

let quiet,snowflakes

ll impale breath like pikes

and dust on the wings