Текст песни Алла Пугачева - Люди, люди, люди

People, people, people, nothing with me does you.
People, people, people, I no longer believe evil words.
Well, why should words burn me in fire, in fire, in fire, in fire?
Well, why without me in demand to crawl to me, to me, to me, to me?

People, people, people, I'm not afraid to look into your eyes.
People, people, people, I'm not afraid, people, to grow old.
I am not afraid to admit that there is no hope in my love, mine.
But I'm afraid that over the years my love is more and more necessary, more necessary, more necessary.

Will not give it back! Not a day, not an hour I will give!
Not a day of bad weather will not give up!
Your evil words, yes!
Will not give it back! My hands do not unravel!
I'm so tired of parting
What a head spin ...

What a deal to you!
With whom I share the bread in half,
Who am I waiting for in the dark night
Who am I going with?

Well, why should the words burn me in fire, in fire, in fire, in fire?
Well, why without me in demand to crawl to me, to me, to me, to me?

People, people, people, you better not touch me.
People, people, people, I go my own way.
Well, why should the words burn me in fire, in fire, in fire, in fire?
Well, why should I go to me, to me, to me, to me without asking my soul?

Will not give it back! Who I love, I will not give up!
I will not give my sorrow!
Your evil words, yes!
Will not give it back! My hands do not unravel!
I'm so tired of parting
What a head spin!

What do you care
With whom do I share the bread in half?
Who am I waiting for in the dark night
Who am I going with?
Ay ...

Well, why should words burn me in fire, in fire, in fire, in fire?
Well, why without me in demand to crawl to me, to me, to me, to me?
People, people, people, why do you bother me?
People, people, people, you can be kinder ...
People,
People,
People...