Goodbye, little angel of my heart
you have been my savior.
Goodbye, little angel of my heart,
you stood by me in all of my rough moments.

I guess I'm too heavy, or maybe too clever,
I guess I might be too dependent.

You once used to give me your hand,
you were an angel and I was a star
You used to fly, carry me away
but I guess no longer now...

My angel had flown above me,
he probably found another star.
Now I'm a deserted giving tree, and so lonely,
my dearest angel, where are you now?

It is difficult to believe in angels,
love them, let them be so close,
but what is the point if they're neither reliable nor
helpful,
indeed the next angel is under your nose...