Текст песни Сульфат Меди - Письмо

While the rain, dissolving in the transparency of a glass unit,
Covers the whole world with apathetic autumn melancholy.
While the thunder drives the prisoners of summer into hiding,
I
Writing
Letter.

Old friend, where are you, I'm tired of cutting my veins.
I would drop by your place for tea with fresh milk,
And reading the newspaper from east to west
I would live
But alas between us
Asphalt
Quirky com.

Old friend, how does the river know that it will become the sea?
How can I find a lighthouse if the sky is blazing with tens of thousands of lights?
There is so little of me in the universe, a lot of dust, but soon
I will surely become
Much, much larger.

Old friend...
May be...
Maybe we won't meet again
But when you're tired of looking for mirages in the hot sands
Come,
Before becoming ashes
In the urn of a new word
Let's have some tea.

While.