know so much about a troubled world, But now I see, she had to be an angel in disguise. REFRAIN And the Angels are crying.... REFRAIN And the Angels are crying
they see what we have done See the angels are crying, crying Look out, look out The angels are crying When they see what we have done See the angels are crying, crying
we live the same way as in Babylon Oh no! We haven't learned the lesson The angels are crying When they see what we have done See the angels are crying, crying
번역: 허먼의 허밋. 천사 천국의 오늘 우는거야?.
번역: 나니아. 천사가 우는거야?.
wake the sun Just keep on marching to the drums These dreams are forever Oh these dreams are forever Angel, blossom, gunshot, dodging, dream, bright,
playing this for keeps Did you see the good, the bad, the ugly? They told you it was far too far to drop Oh baby, you're an angel Crying on a shoulder
I got a chrome plated heart Wings on these fingers, trying to tear it apart I got angels crying from up above And they got rust in their eyes, they got
crucified you I can't forget, hard as I try This silhouette against the sky Scarecrow crying Waiting to die, wondering why? Scarecrow trying Angels
All the years combine They melt into a dream A broken angel sings from a guitar In the end, there's just a song Comes crying like the wind Through all
you know that my flesh is weak You know I simply Both: I cannot sleep without you My heart has simply nowhere to go Mutya: Nothing to hold Those tears you're crying
kill you if they could Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world Spanish children are taught On their knees to believe Angel of Mercy, people are
at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost believe that the pictures are
long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost believe that the pictures are
boogie We are, we are, the youth of the nation We are, we are, the youth of the nation We are, we are, the youth of the nation We are the youth of the
eyes, I not cry from You see the tears of fire, run out my crying songs Now the world's shoulders, is what we crying on The world's fast lane, is what
And the children are hoping for a heart-attack Tonight the windows are watching The streets all conspire And the lamppost can't stop crying If I could