White lips, pale face

Breathing in the snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone,day's end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

'Causewe're just under the upper- hand

And go mad for a couple of grams

And shedon't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

Angels to fly

For angels to fly

For angels to fly