Angels

Angels, angels in the sky,

Angels are not yours, angels are not mines,

Angels even heavens don’t belong,

Angels are alone.

They aren’t evil, but are they virtue?

They was looking after you,

So high, in the large heavens,

When the day of sorrow wants.

And for the all times of each days

Weren’t they mistakes?

When the madness owned people,

When the sun was dull and little,

When to be saved you must go,

Where were the angels, who from people know?

When the mortal smell of oleanders

Carried the death in the darkness,

Where were the angels? Out there?

When blood was everywhere,

When all humanity was depressed,

When the hearts broke such a glass.

May be the angels out there,

You see the sun in angel’s hair.

You see the water in their eyes,

You see their wings in clear sky…