Текст песни Isabel - William Nein

Angels falling from the sun, feathers raining upon my head
Covering the rocks and stones, so they land gently
Memories turn to clouds

Shining down upon my face your light is warming me inside
See the night is drawing in, I have your skin to cover me
This is not about God, Isabel

Angel falling from the sky rises up with no memory
Doesn′t even realise the beauty she is holding
Clouds in the nighttime