Текст песни Бадун - письма

The address is written in your hand
The glass gleamed in the reflection of the lamp.
Two friends - drunks - musicians,
Again the letter, and I am sick with you.
All over again, I'm lost in my thoughts,
They say there are better things to do.
It's not warmer here day after day.
I run to the station and return again.

But should I say goodbye to you for a long time,
Lie on the top shelf
Peeking out at stops?
Do you know how I hate these letters
Which autumn leaves are in?
How I do not want to be addicted!
How I don't want to be ...

I know it could happen otherwise.
I know that the song is not an accident in life,
I know where the sun is, there are bright thoughts,
But I can smell separation and luck.

Chorus

And wake up at night in a cold sweat,
And read letters in an uncomfortable bed.
Flocks are calling, they flew home.
I can’t leave, I can’t go back!