Песня падшего ангела

I flew up to the sky, from heaven I fell.
Have suffered fear, I thought that was gone.
I'll take the gills and wings folded.
I'll go to the ground, where the blooms ash.

There's war and famine, nuclear fungus.
In the dark chill creeps back.
Increased from lout hair on his forehead.
I've seen it all, I'll be here.

Wings burned - red nicotine
From the soul in tatters cobwebs.
The body devoured evil crow,
Baba and alcohol took their.

Maybe drown - fish are not told.
Threw himself under a train - his legs do not want to.
It may take a whip and jigit become.
Not to bore you - oh yadrena mother.

Who am I, really? Give me an answer.
If I am the thief - let me knuckles.
I want to land, I want a nightmare.
Skaltes zheltozubye bitch, I - mongolotatar.