3Crying down the tears
Where we call them
Raindrops from the sky
Angels from above
Flipping their wings at the same time
Fast, and fast
making a blow at Earth
Where we call them
Soft breeze of nature
Angels from above
smiling with a glow
Shining in the night sky
Where we call them
Bright bright star
Angels from above
sleeping in pain
Only rarely do they get paradise nowadays
The smoke, and the blood
The violence and the hate
Angels from above
Has hope in their hearts ` So they paint a rainbow in the sky
A magical rainbow
Because we have forgotten
how beautiful life is
Angels. From. The. Sky