| Angela, everything happened strangely, like in a movie, | 
| Los Angeles and a half-empty casino | 
| And then a hot whisper of incomprehensible words, | 
| The city of angels sold you to me for the night. | 
| You know, Angela, none of us thought, guessed, | 
| That this night will turn into a crazy series. | 
| Two weeks have flown by, two weeks have flown by | 
| As in a dream, in a dream. | 
| Chorus: | 
| It's not too late to tell you: "Goodbye, let's finish the cold tea and you won't | 
| see you off." | 
| A little more, I won't be able to leave already, bye-bye, my baby, don't be sad, just don't | 
| sad, sorry. | 
| Angela, there's a salt mark on her cheeks, | 
| A lone silhouette froze at the window. | 
| And you threw the outstretched money into the night, | 
| Outside the window they circle, flying away. | 
| City of angels, he'll put them down on the pavement | 
| And a passerby at night will take them for a gift from God. | 
| Two weeks have flown by, two weeks have flown by | 
| As in a dream, in a dream. | 
| Chorus: | 
| It's not too late to tell you: "Goodbye, let's finish the cold tea and you won't | 
| see you off." | 
| A little more, I won't be able to leave already, bye-bye, my baby, don't be sad, just don't | 
| sad, sorry. | 
| Angela, Angela, Angela... |