Текст песни Сурган Валерий - Люди идут

People walk around the world, they seem to need a little:
The tent would be strong and the path would not be boring.
But the song merges with the smoke, the guys look away,
And the tramp whispers to someone in a dream: "Do not forget ..."
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They do not shine in the cities with the manner of aristocrats,
And in echoing concert halls where the noise of vanity has died down,
Beethoven's sonatas suffer in vagrant souls,
And Grieg's bright songs overwhelm them.
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People walk around the world, their words are sometimes rude.
“Please… Sorry…”, they say with a grin,
But dry lips caress the quiet tenderness of a song
And they keep the best books in their backpacks.
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Old compass checked, maps and dates obtained
And a treacherous trail is trampled on the avalanche storm,
But happy who knows the aching feeling of the road
Where the wind tears the horizons and blows the dawn ...