Текст песни Валерий Меладзе и Григорий Лепс - в

People cannot be alone
Gather in packs, make cities
People regret that they
Do not fly like cranes.

They are looking for a piece of land
Where they hope to wait out the cold
Sorry, mom
There is no such land.

There was no point in waiting any longer
And divide the white light into truth and false
There was no point in guessing again
What a wind blew us away.

Where were you that day when
my happiness came right up to me
Smiled
And passed by me.

Chorus:
Turn around, turn around
And go through me with a red thread
I don’t know who you are or what cross you carry.
Turn around, I'm here.

The wind knocks on my house again
Loneliness creeps into every gap
And to the simple question "for what"
I can not find the answer.

Is it so important then
Maybe we are someone's target
Turn around
There is no further road.