Текст песни Андрей Макаревич - Лица

At night, we granted peace
A day at the trouble can not sleep.
And people go through the endless river,
As flags are their faces.

I have them in a bitter moment, looking for consolation,
Daryl I told them moments of joy.
And they are still not tired, I read,
As childhood friends of the book:

There are individuals in the form of a closed door,
Key from which there is no;
There are individuals who the sun warmer -
Of those that give us light.

And often, I notice,
What's in those heat killed
Fewer doors open,
More and more closed doors.

And often, it seems,
What day of bad weather
Active
You do not help,
But still...

When I see you again,
Very different people,
I believe in the bright minds
And the fact that he will be good.