| An Angel on My Shoulder (An Old-World Ballad) |
Along the edge of the world at night in the light of the Lord’s candle somebody is wandering alone with an angel on his shoulder. |
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| He’s walking towards nowhere, to non-return, he’s walking lazily like a child, and the gray pendulum of life prods him from behind, |
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so he won’t roam at night in the light of the Lord’s candle, so he won’t ramble around with an angel on his shoulder. |
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| Ivan Malkovych | A whirling wind blows, a pestilential Herod howls, the pendulum is striking stronger, the barely alive angel is moaning. |
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But he keeps going on and on, |