Текст песни Юрий Богатенков - Почтальон

The postman came and brought the letter ,
And in a letter to thousands of recipes from troubles.
And my love died long ago.
Shot her crazy neighbor

Enough, enough to entertain the hope
That the world will turn upside down .
Sorry if I
Become someone between
Old rocker and an old fart .

On an empty highway , we are all alone .
We are all alone , no friends nor enemies .
Night falls , the lights go out
Yes, but whether they will be more fun ?

Stop on I do not go ,
And all that I have seen better not to see.
Where are you, my
No one need to win ?
Somewhere lost did not catch .

And if I wanted to , I would have had success .
Hundreds of young women fell asleep in tears.
If I wanted to be reassured everyone
But you have me as shackles on his hands.

Uncontrollable projectile my thoughts
Strive for you, one for you .
Sorry if I
I'll never know ,
What have you done behind my back .

On the lips bloodied killer ice.
Do not have time to melt away , and you have not.
Who will forgive you , who will understand you ?
Who finally give stupid advice?

All of us, all we 've been through this .
And few of us left itself
All I want
My sixth of the world.
All I need - my peace of mind.