Yesterday we met Young Angel at the bar He was having heavy beer, hiding painful scar Six and one year and his old pale star His blueish open heavens still shone around his eyes (Still shone around) Old tower and dry rivers on each face Oh Lord, nothing can hide your inner grace He was telling us a story How he tried to save a fly Which fell into his soup And started sinking in his eyes He tried to dry the wings and let the body dry But someone was between them who chose the fly to die (Who was?) (Who was there?) He didn't tell who was there, just said some simple curse We bought him one more beer, that's how Young Angel flirts We looked at him with love, and then he made a trick Two silver butterflies erupted from old bricks (Oh, two silver butterflies) He asked to give them freedom and carry to his Mary That's how Young Angel plays, his life in our fairy Three times he asked to kiss him but no one had the kiss We were afraid of rolling tower and his crackling bricks Last thing he offered was A Berry heart wrapped in a plastic bag We touched it and released it That's how the old man knows we are leaving (That's how) (That's how he knows) (He knows, he knows)