Ed Sheeran - The А Team - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Lights gone, days end, struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

And they say she's in the class A Team, stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18 but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries

And they scream the worst things in life come free her us 'cause she's just under the upper hand and goes mad for a couple grams

And she don't wanna go outside tonight

'Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the Motherland and sell love to another man

It's too cold outside for angels to fly

Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat

Call girl, no phone

And they say she's in the class A Team, stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18 but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries

And they scream the worst things in life come free to her 'cause she's just under the upper hand and goes mad for a couple grams

And she don't wanna go outside tonight

'Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the Motherland and sell love to another man

It's too cold outside for angels to fly

An angel will die covered in white - closed eye and hoping for a better life

This time we'll fade out tonight, straight down the line

Straight down the line

And they say she's in the class A Team, stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18 but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries

They scream the worst things in life come free to us when we're all under the upper hand and go mad for a couple grams

And we don't wanna go outside tonight

'Cause in a pipe we'll fly to the Motherland and sell love to another man

It's too cold outside for angels to fly

Angels to fly

Fly, fly

For angels to fly, to fly, to fly or Angel to die