The sunset was burnt down as usual,
Being tired of everyday routine,
I was going down into the calm sleeping.
She came so quietly into the house
Each tone of her silent speech
Was reflected in my conscience.
It's the time of choosing your way –
Time has come to rise and move!
The soul will wisper the answer,
It's so easy to make the wrong step.
And I realised, I don't control myself,
That Angel was talking to me,
But everything in her was impecable.
It's dark around - she went away,
Leaving the touching of her wing
In my memory forever.
It's the time of choosing your way –
Time has come to rise and move!
It's easy to mix with the crowd,
But it's difficult to be yourself in it!