Текст песни Андрей Макаревич - Лица

At night, we granted peace
A day at the trouble can not sleep.
And people are endless river
As flags are their faces.

I have them in a bitter moment was looking for consolation,
I gave them moments of joy.
And they are still read, I was not tired,
As childhood friends of the book:

There are individuals in the form of a closed door,
The key to which is not;
There are individuals that the sun is warm -
Of those that give us light.

And often, I notice
What killed the people warm,
Fewer doors open,
More and more doors are closed.

And often, it seems,
What is the day of bad weather
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You do not help,
But still...

When I see you again,
Very different people,
I believe in the bright minds
And what good is it.