Текст песни Подпольные Аристократы - Письмо

And somewhere you will see me not with who I should be with
A lot of things in life will change
Life will cease to be like this reality
Bit fucks so hard that the soul smiles

And you forgive me for all the harm that I have caused
I can't fix your nerves
I don't need a rank and a couple of reasons
I need to be with pen and ink

To write letters to relatives
Look what a beautiful view here
This is mother Russia - our homeland
But you just forgive me
Your dear friend writes

You know how infuriating everything is around
One crime in the federal district
Spring is on the street - someone was let in a circle
And even if you're standing in the rain
You know we will wait
So sorry for everything
Or will it take me away
How terribly it carries
Straight into a skid
sorry
Your dear A.