Wounded

All those angels, those wounded angels

They envy your beauty

And your gilded shine

You haven't fallen from the heaven

But taken me to the skies

All those angels, those wounded angels

They envy your wings of red

And your soul of dark

All those angels, this wounded angel

Has dreamt of you

You had him on your arms

In the place closest to your heart

He could touch your wings

But he did only cry.

Tears of an angel,

Tears of the sky,

Tears of my only life

Tears...

Tears of joy.