Текст песни Автор АркадийТимофеев - Лекари души

We rarely see wounded souls
We cannot hold them in our hands.
The ears are closed tightly so as not to listen to them.
Oh, how they hurt! Do not express in words.

We close our eyes, or even turn our eyes back,
Always, everywhere exalting YOURSELF.
To many we only approach with criticism.
And the soul is waiting, only time does not wait, leaving ...

There are people in the world who are capable
To feel someone else's soul with a soul.
Warm with love, give a sip of freedom -
Those are our soul healers that are sent by fate!

They come to us when we feel very bad,
And they will take the soul with a warm, tender hand,
Take a look: what happened, why it was so lonely.
They will shake off the dirt and breathe life into it ...