Текст песни Варвара Стрижак и Александр Олешко - Письма Войны

Soloist:

Letters coming from the front.
Letters. And who knows what?
Each letter of the secret,
Hidden away in the dusty envelope.

The wounds from dirt road
Letters sadly impossible.
The lines are blurred with tears.
Letters seek home.

soloist:

Letters coming to the front.
Letters with a prayer for someone,
With the signature of the child's hand:
"Dad, come back to us alive!"

Letters to find a destination,
At night, wake soldier.
The darkness of endless trenches
Immediately becomes brighter.

Together:

Letters that dream.
Letters can not be lost.
pencil whisper
Their soul speaks.

Letters soaked pain.
Heart saving love.
The smoke of the Great War
Letters, like air needed.