Текст песни Ксюня - Ангелы на шарика

By the time the run indifferent,
not as vulnerable as it is funny,
Angels flew on Air balls -
not because they have been deprived of their wings,
not because time is over before the deadline
and timelessness nearing the turn,
not because they are so lonely -
enough to go sailing
colored balls on children ...
Aquatic as puppies and disobedient -
habit in the highest to the nomadic life -
Angels flew on Air balls,
though I must confess I do not know why.
But the trouble - nobody noticed.
And the world was tightened in the ring tram.
Only a dirty, ragged children
They fired from slingshots in their faces.
Not transgressing the cherished threshold
they are like shadows, leaving us.
Like the swallows flying from God,
to return to God at the right time
colored balls on children.