Here the angel on my shoulder.
He`s growing day by day.
Sleep, my angel,being confused and haunted,
Being haunted by me today.
Here the shadow`s come upon the ground,
If you stare deeply in it: you`ll see my heart.
If you look you`ll see a bind,
A bind of angel belonged to it.
Sleep with sweet passion,
And sleep until the death will come.
You`re the only my own protection,
But the devil`s coming down.
You`re the heaven`s gift,
The gift of guardian and freedom.
You`re drinking sweetly my blood on lips,
And carry the aura of wisdom.
Sleep my angel till the death will come
© Copyright: Марина Кучерук, 2015
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