Morning angel of empty bottles.
He's weak, he's a bit insane.
He breathes me with something from yesterday*
He's not able to fight.
He looks with sadness how I'm awaking
In the twilight of of the weekday.
Morning angel of empty bottles,
Don't leave me!
'Cause in the morning I often doubt,
That outside the window is Earth.
And our poor boot is swinging
But there's only us inside.
And I'm afraid that will be moving
Yesterday's tobacco smoke
And you will thaw in the same moment,
And I'll be left alone.
And I want to believe that there's still power,
That I've the strength too live**
Until I've an unheard rustle
Of your webby wings.
Wherever we went with you,
I- first, you- slightly behind
Always and everywhere were was two of us
Please, do not leave.
My poor pale night companion
When the trouble comes***
Maybe you'll leave me
But I won't be able to. ****
And if suddenly you'll fell unwell
Though, how can it be worse
Don't leave, be with me everywhere
Just stick with me*****
Morning angel of empty bottles.... X5