Текст песни Евгений Бачурин - Надежда

Not comfortable, not pocket -
We live self-deception,
Not sowing, do not burn
And we live hope.
And hope, but hope
Faith and love between
Between heaven and earth,
Like a drop of rain.

Agree, because not
Do without this drop
What to help us in a hurry
At the time of the droughts of the soul.
On hard-ferrous soil
Do not grow, it's for sure
Mercy Flowers
And the trees of kindness.

The heart rushes from sobs,
Unfulfilled desires
And the rain of this role -
Pain our pain.
Well, what is me, tramp,
Lack of this moisture,
So always, the more you drink,
The sharper thirst for the knife.

How much b burn sorrow
Our days are neither darling
No matter how hard the eyelid
Calene from us, -
Well, in this very case
We give us faith Bread combustible,
Salt of love that is so sweet,
And hopes are two throat!

1980.