Нас узнают не по лицам,
Не по фото на страницах.
Скоро __ узнают нас, скоро.
Не по цвету нашей кожи,
Не по сотням дел хороших.
Скоро __ узнают нас, скоро.
С высоты не видно лиц -
Нас читают со страниц.
По линиям сердца.
По линиям сердца.
Нас узнают не по нотам,
Не по песен наших взлётам.
Скоро узнают нас, скоро.
Не по самой новой моде,
Не по выбору мелодий.
Скоро узнают нас, скоро.
С высоты не слышно нот -
Небо нас с тобой поймёт.
По линиям сердца.
По линиям сердца.
По линиям сердца.
По линиям сердца.
We are not recognized by persons,
Not on the photos on the pages.
Soon __ will recognize us soon.
Not by the color of our skin,
Not by the hundreds of good deeds.
Soon __ will recognize us soon.
From the height you can not see people -
We are read from the pages.
By the lines of the heart.
By the lines of the heart.
They recognize us not by their notes,
Not by the songs of our ups.
Soon they will recognize us, soon.
Not by the newest fashion,
Not by choice of melodies.
Soon they will recognize us, soon.
From the height you can not hear music -
The sky will understand us.
By the lines of the heart.
By the lines of the heart.
By the lines of the heart.
By the lines of the heart.