Angels also smoke and cry

Angels also smoke and cry through the night,
Listening to Marley, wrapped in smoky light.
They take a different route on clattering trams,
Erasing memories of unloved hands.

Chorus:
Angels remember and silently tear,
Plucking petals from daisies without fear.
Knowing even drops wear down the stone,
And those who fly have hearts of their own.

Angels gaze at the summer night's sky,
Waiting for hints, symbols passing by.
In rented rooms, they rearrange their space,
Catching sun, stars, and moths in their embrace.

Angels sometimes sleep with restless dreams,
Seeing nightmares in dark, cold streams.
For sometimes it happens, angels do love,
Seeking answers in books, in hearts, in words above.

Bridge:
Angels search for meaning, just like we do,
In every line, every thought, every clue.
They find their solace in the quiet night,
Guided by the whispers of soft starlight.

Outro:
Angels, like us, seek and find their way,
Through the night and into the day.
They laugh, they cry, they love, they learn,
In every heart, their spirit will burn.

Перевод в песню Стиха
Екатерина Юргель "Ангелы"
http://stihi.ru/2021/12/31/5071?ysclid=m26db6t8g0763603215