[Intro — whispered, like a lullaby]
Hush now, baby, close your eyes,
Pretty little angels never cry.
White silk ribbons, porcelain skin,
Nobody asks what hides within.
[Verse 1]
Mama said, “Smile, you're a masterpiece,”
Paint your face and hide your teeth.
Wear your halo, keep it straight,
Heaven loves a girl who waits.
Sugar on my tongue, glass in my chest,
Everybody loves me when I'm dressed
In all the things they want to see,
A little saint with a vacancy.
[Pre-Chorus — soft, building]
Ding-dong, who's at the door?
It's the girl I was before.
She keeps knocking, I pretend
I don't know her anymore.
[Chorus — dreamy, then distorted]
Ангелочек, спи, спи, спи,
(Little angel, sleep, sleep, sleep.)
Tell me all your pretty lies.
La-la-la, don't make a sound,
There's a monster dressed in white now.
Misery loves me, kisses my cheek,
Calls me an angel when I can't speak.
Heaven above me, hell underneath,
I'm everybody's dream, but I'm nobody's peace.
[Verse 2 — playful, unsettling]
Dolly in the window, staring at the street,
Practicing expressions till they're perfect, sweet.
One for the strangers, two for the friends,
Three for the story that never ends.
They say I'm lovely, they say I'm kind,
They never look behind my eyes.
If I tell the truth, will they turn away?
So I keep my little smile in place.
[Pre-Chorus — music slows]
Tick-tock, the clock says three,
There's someone standing where I should be.
She wears my face, she knows my name,
And every morning we look the same.
[Chorus — heavier bass, layered vocals]
Ангелочек, спи, спи, спи,
(Little angel, sleep, sleep, sleep.)
Tell me all your pretty lies.
La-la-la, don't make a sound,
There's a monster dressed in white now.
Misery loves me, kisses my cheek,
Calls me an angel when I can't speak.
Heaven above me, hell underneath,
I'm everybody's dream, but I'm nobody's peace.
[Bridge — almost spoken, music-box melody]
You wanted an angel.
You wanted her quiet.
You wanted her pretty.
So I learned to hide it.
You wanted a doll with a beautiful face.
Now you look at me…
And you see an empty place.
[Final Chorus — distorted, almost crying]
Ангелочек, спи, спи, спи,
(Little angel, sleep, sleep, sleep.)
Whose reflection is in my eyes?
La-la-la, the choir sings,
But I can't feel anything.
Misery loves me, calls me its own,
I'm dressed like heaven, but I feel like stone.
You built your angel, you made her complete—
So why does she cry when she's fast asleep?
[Outro — whispered, music slows to silence]
Hush now, baby, don't you weep…
Angels don't cry.
They just learn to sleep.
…And wake up pretending.