Текст песни Владимир Захаров - Умейте прощать

Crumpled letter, with ragged handwriting,
And smoke, smoke ...
So write everything, so moms write
Those who are afraid of love.
Night owl, eyes shining,
Pain as a pill drink.
I know that there, he dies,
He who is afraid to love.

Chorus:
Learn to forgive and to friends and enemies,
Appreciate - our faithful women.
And the birds fly to the Big Chill,
Their cries under the sun less.

Even with friends, relatives,
Easier to blame someone ...
Let mourn with gray clouds,
He who is afraid to love.