Текст песни Б. Окуджава - Надежда белою рукою...

Hope, white hand
aut. Okudzhava

Hope, white hand
Play me something like that,
To paint subsided from the face,
Like the horses from the porch.

Play me something like that,
To no sorrow, no rest,
No notes, no keys and no hands ...
The fact that I am unhappy, lie.

Yet we laugh and cry,
But do not give in nor reconcile.
Not yet passed the rise.
Once we find each other ...

All these streets - like sisters.
Your game - their voice motley,
Their heels midnight knock ...
I am hungry for everything around.

You play well, play well,
As if the slow-burning.
But there is something in your fire,
Still unknown to me.