Текст песни Майя Подольская - Люди в масках

It seems like no matter what we said,
It seems like no matter where the white color of the moon,
It seems as though the month of May has been unkind,
From each other, we were hiding behind the masks.

Etc. Night had passed and the days of black and white,
We are not alone inept,
And your love for me miss the bus,
And my love for you is buried.
We live with the unloved, but it happens
By tropinochke go and meet
We're alone, but do not cry,
From each other, we hide behind masks.

It seems as if you are married, and I'm married,
It seems as if we have to forget everything already,
It seems as if everything was all driven,
It seems it was all funny, not amused us.