Текст песни Андрей Макаревич - Лица

At night we are granted peace
And in the afternoon I can’t sleep in trouble.
And people cross an endless river
Like flags, bear their faces.

I was looking for consolation in them in a bitter moment
I gave them joy instantly.
And so far I’m not tired of reading them,
As from childhood, familiar books:

There are faces in the form of closed doors,
The key to which is not;
There are faces that are warmer than the sun -
Of those that give us light.

And often I notice
That the faces are warmly killed
Fewer open doors
More and more doors closed.

And often it seems
What a bad day
Random passerby
It won't help you
But still...

When I see you at once
Very different people
I believe in a bright mind
And the fact that he will be kind.