Текст песни Михаил Горбачев - Старые письма

In a dusty bundle of old letters
I happened to meet one
Where is the string like beads
Has blurred into a purple spot.

What did we not share then,
Breaking the living thread of love?
And why do the leaves under a layer of dust
Have they given up our happiness?

Keep so much dear
Slightly yellowed leaves
It's like it's all back again
As if you are with me again!

All the pages have been read long ago,
I just don't know why
Heart like a wounded bird
Reaches for the crumpled letter.

And as if having forgotten the discord,
You smile at me again ...
Why? .. No, never need
Read our old letters.

(Words by V. Krakht)