Alex Ponomarev "А мы не ангелы, парень" / Alex Ponomarev: "But we are no angels" - Video, translations

This is a song that I have been dying to translate since I first heard it. The harsh lyrics of the song really made a lasting impression on me.

 

The more popular BI-2/AK/Lumen version is shorter by one куплет, and this is the one I will be using for my translation for now. The thirds куплет is too strange in it's meaning for me.

This is my own "true-to-the-song" translation:

You were discovering the night,

All in it that you could afford,

Tearing off the masks,

Keeping your soul bound.

There is blood on your cheek,

Which you will claim to be a lipstick,

Fuck the maze of words,

Angels don't need no words.

But we are no angel, boy,

We are no angels,

We are dark beasts,

And our screws are lose,

And if you would ask us what do we want,

We would soar, yes, we would soar.

But we are no angels, boy,

No, we are no angels,

There in the fires

We have lost our stripes,

Those of our kind are neither loved, nor trusted

People trust only those who have the feathers.

Hundreds of sleepy roofs

What were you looking there for, boy?

You have been in a slumber for too long,

Too long for a beast like yourself.

Isn't it time to go down,

Down, where you breathe with your body?

Loose your clean sheet,

Beasts don't wear white.

This song was kind of tough to master because I was not always sure what the author was trying to say in the first place. Also, the laconic phrases (and the corresponding beats) left very little wiggle room. English sentences demand presence of certain structures that Russian sentences do not, so I also had to find a way around the long English structures. 

Draft 1 of my "Americanized" version:

You plunged into the night

As you dreamed through the day,

Bounding your soul tight,

Throwing the masks away.

There is blood on your face

Tell them it is just lipgloss

Words won't knit the lace of phrase

But angels don't need no words.

Chorus:

But we are no angels, by far,

No, we are no angels,

Dark beasts that we are,

And we burn no candles,

And if you were to ask us what we were longing for,

Then we want to soar, yes, we would want to soar.
But we are no angels, by far,

No, we are no angels,

Having lost our stripes and stars

In the fires of many hells,

We are being neither trusted nor loved no more.

People want to see just the wings that we wore before.

Where do you belong?
Over how many roofs you flew?

In a slumber for too long - 

Too long for a beast like you.

Isn't it is time to fall down,

Down where your eyes glow bright?

Drop your white robes and crown.

Beast - they don't wear white.

There are some obvious sentence structure problems with a couple of the sentences, but I will leave everything like it is now and go drink some more milk and honey and watch another round of LOTR. :)