Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Телеграмма

Dog curled up
And he thinks: "Here is the winter ...".
It’s dark outside, but the janitor is a scraper
He persistently wakes up at home.

It’s dark outside, but the janitor is a scraper
Persistently wakes up at home.

This picture is different,
In a foreign country in the morning,
And in our country something is not right
With hope and faith for now.

And in our country something is not right
With hope and faith for now.

And only with love with us,
In a big, bad country
Always good and this stock
Already reflected on me.

Always good and this stock
Already reflected on me.

Just the back of the candle
In the window of a bored night
I’ll get a ray of sunshine right away
From you a telegram with a flower.

I’ll get a ray of sunshine right away
From you a telegram with a flower.