Текст песни Визбор - Нет мудрее и прекрасней ...

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No wise and wonderful remedy for anxiety,
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What a night song tires.
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Long long gray thread worn roads
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Darn wounded soul.

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Pr: Do not believe the separation old, their circle, a dream, really.
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    Come other times, my friend, you believe in the way!
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    No end of the road there but its outcome,
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    The roads are difficult, but worse without roads.

That will hang over the motor early star
That on the glass falls upon rain.
On the road there are two of your track
So do not you live without a trace.

Bud someone's cigarette - stop signal in the nights.
Someone also believes in the way.
Stranger, stranger, hello and good-bye.
You can only lights blink.

At the two ends of the road is, but do not lie to yourself -
We can not be a way back.
Thank God, my druzhesche, we have enemies -
So there probably and friends.