Текст песни Артур Буряк - Добрые люди

kind people sing to me sing
play on the senses of my instruments
bury the meaning of all the lines
happiness is not to wait with trembling applause
of fleeting moments stingy reproaches
unwittingly discovering the truth of the word
fall down learned about vices
some understand, but all are stupid

in the tales of heroes whose rivers of morality
run to the same place from different origins
built something that will never break
good weather people prophets

sing to me sing good people
mind is open to further work
play sketches with a needle under the nail
truth cried invented notes
more honest than shards of glass under your feet
more beautiful than a rope soaked in soap
happy secret fell asleep under water
kind people you are you were not

in the tales of heroes whose rivers of morality
run to the same place from different origins
built something that will never break
good weather people prophets