Оригинален текст
The night it pours in
And it's empty again
It's reeking of sin
With a perfume of violets
With a perfume of violets
The angel-less hair
Filled with smoke of despair
Afraid that nobody cares
And I cannot find a comfort
And I cannot find a comfort
And the night it pours in
And that's empty again
That's reeking of sin
And with a perfume of violets
With a perfume of violets
The angel-less hair
Filled with smoke of despair
Afraid that nobody cares
And I cannot find a comfort
And I cannot find a comfort
In the angel-less hair
In the angel-less hair
In the angel-less hair
In the angel-less hair