Текст песни Альвар - Босиком по небу

At least for a moment, leaving all the gods of the case,
And not at the parade, and not in the canon,
In heaven dancing two ragged angel,
Breaking tambourines in blood palm.
his feet Wings white ashes are thrown,
Patches pigeon pages of the book,
And bare feet in a cool medley
They beat the rhythm crazy jigs.

Wings ragged, colored crow.
Rhythm hold, feathered brother ragamuffin!
The song is hoarse, his throat torn -
Barefoot on the mad dance of the sky.

Indecent half-naked in the sky,
That wine is hot - but from a mug.
Two Guys angel trample cloud
Rattling tambourines under ditties.
Toss stars sleepy feet beads,
Like last time, the heart and famously!
Hey, the archangel, enough to paint the sins
Yes, let's go to our third in a band of psychos!

Wings ragged, colored crow.
Rhythm hold, feathered brother ragamuffin!
The song is hoarse, his throat torn -
Barefoot on the mad dance of the sky.