Текст песни стихи Булата Окуджавы - Надежда, белою рукою

Hope, with a white hand
Play me something
So that the paint fades from the face,
Like horses from the porch.

Play me something
So that no sorrow, no peace,
No notes, no keys and no hands ...
They lie about the fact that I am unhappy.

We also have to cry and laugh
But don't humble yourself, don't humble yourself.
That ascent has not yet been passed.
We will also find each other ...

All these streets are like sisters.
Your game is their colorful voice
Midnight thump of their heels ...
I'm greedy for everything around me.

You play like that, you play like that
As if you are slowly burning out.
But there's something in your fire
Still unknown to me.

2.
When the blizzard screams like a beast
Long and angry
Don't close your door
Let the door be open.

And going on a long journey
Not an easy way, imagine
Do not forget to open the door,
Leave the door open.

And leaving in the stillness of the night
Decide without further words
Pine fire with soul fire
Stir in the oven.

Let the wall be warm
And a soft bench.
Closed doors are worth a penny
The price of the castle is a penny.