Goodbye my angel.

My angel flew away today
He left me in nights too black
My angel said too bad
Letting days run the hope
But what could he gives me more
What could he gives me more...
My angel east left this morning
I drove it surely a little
My angel has opened it wings
And i stay alone on the ground
But what could he gives me more
What could he gives me more...
My angel leaves my night
Vaccum and quiet
On my spirit I can fell
The breath of his flight
My angel said that all has an end
And that youth must all live
My cut-away heart wanted to believe
But,but,but...
What could he gives me more
What could he gives me more.

Nice poem, I can't say the contrary.

Just to improve your english (if you want to, it's up to you): we say "What else/more could he give (to) me ?"