Юрий Григорьев - Улица надежды - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Neither to peel into neither frowning the White City does not give it to his any street to the sea Blyn leads dear, where are you, where are you? Who keeps your traces? Maybe the street of hope, maybe the area of ​​kindness. The sky with the sea here is found blue with blue miracles sometimes it is found here where else to meet them? Dear, where are you, where are you? Who keeps your traces? Maybe the street of hope, maybe the square of kindness .. I believe in such a miracle that I don't say in a fairy tale to be able to meet you and then do not let go dear, where are you, where are you? Who keeps your traces? Maybe the street of hope, maybe the area of ​​kindness. Summer evening by the night is going down and already millions sleep the wonderful guys who do not suffer from the insomnia, as before, but in a dream you will see the street of hope, maybe the area of ​​kindness. Dreams boyish burning with them is better not to joke into them unthinkable cases impossible ways. Everyone will remain, as before, but in a dream you will see the street of hope, maybe the area of ​​kindness. The fairy tale in life will meet and part do not want so and adult dreams happen, and not only the guys will continue, as before, but in a dream you will see the street of hope, maybe the area of ​​kindness. I believe in such a miracle that in a fairy tale not to say that I can meet with you, then you will not let everything go, as before, but in a dream you will see the street of hope, maybe the Square of kindness.