Текст песни Лукашин - Тысяча лиц

I hear the singing of flowers and dew overflow
As a gentle motive flows from fairy tales into a heart

Thousands of faces, thousands of eyes and destinies will now become relatives
Thousands of hands will lift to the sky people will become brighter

Happiness is longing for the soul, is there no way out?
There, in the distance, slowly the sun gives eternal dawn

Thousands of faces, thousands of eyes and destinies will now become relatives
Thousands of hands will lift to the sky people will become brighter