Текст песни Александр Заборский - Шлю тебе, Тамара

I send you, Tamara blue-eyed,
Maybe the last letter.
No you do not show it -
For you it is written.

I sit in the Taganka, my dear,
Damn hard bed,
And not just dream late in the evening,
Darling, kiss you.

I sit, and my process comes to an end,
And the judge read the sentence,
And something silly smiles
This pop-eyed prosecutor.

Once again, I looked around, my dear,
But you never saw.
And then whispered in the ear of the red-haired,
To you the letter he gave.

They say that you are very lucky,
Even I stopped stealing.
They say that you are very cheap
Petrovka that began to attend.

I send you, Tamara blue-eyed,
Maybe the last letter.
No you do not show it -
For you it is written.