- Angelica Diabollica - Poem by Dmitriy Kokarev

You always were the one for me
You always were the one who fails to be there
You always had the answers
To the questions that I never asked

You always seemed and sounded so important
Your presence always seemed to me divine
You were the torturer and yet the healer
The one who tore me from success

You are my little angel
You cut your wings off, traded them for your clear sight
You saw behind the faces of the people
The people that once tried to save me

I gave to you all that I once possessed
I sold my soul and sense to you
I thought that you will never leave me
You took the first train out of town