As a feather flitter in the wind,
You sparkle brighter than the sunshine splendor,
You smell like sweet rose in the morning in
And I know that these hands are the most tender.

I know that all is different, and you are with you crave
I am crying from desire, [bad word] on the pave.

In the crowd I see your face –
Once again dream of your grace.
In the sky I'll fly and tweet.
Fallen angel, I [bad word] me,
Stupefy my mind, you see
And every night a slave [bad word] away but thirsts for meeting

I really want to return back the clocks -
Correcting all of errors, whereof I can feel sorry,
To protect from all of painful shocks,
Can sometimes be bolder and fewer getting worried

At present all is different, and you are with you crave
I am looking for my fortune, [bad word] on the pave. 

In the crowd I see your face –
Once again dream of your grace.
In the sky I'll fly and tweet.
Fallen angel, I [bad word] me,
Stupefy my mind, you see 
And every night a slave [bad word] away but thirsts for meeting

You know that, things are changing at the end..
And you and I, I'm sure, are not those who were formerly –
You every moment try on masks in trend
And I'm now not so naive, but live with Hope's horner.

Don’t care if all is different and you are with you’ll toss!
I'm leaving you on purpose – return you at all costs!

In the crowd I see your face -  (See your face..)
Once again dream of your grace.
In the sky I'll fly and tweet.
Fallen angel, I [bad word] me,
Stupefy my mind, you see 
And every night a slave [bad word] away but thirsts for meeting