Текст песни Вилли Токарев - Письмо из зоны

From the Kolyma Far Edge
I go to you, baby, hello.
How do you live, my dear,
Write as soon as possible.

Single, broken wings,
Quiet pain I breathe.
Cocaine, silver dust
All roads are preserved.

Chorus.

I live near the Sea of ​​Okhotsk,
Where the Far East ends,
I live the medium needs and land burning
I am building a new country town.

Chorus.

There are big frosts here
And so hard sometimes breathe,
And in the south, fragrant roses ...
Do I really not see them?

Chorus.

I will cover with thieves,
So that with you, my Murka, live
Admire your eyes
And the prison life is forgetting.

Chorus.

Here is the term of the sentence,
Sat down from the Kolyma earth
And by train in a rigid car
I order, my joy, home.

Chorus:
From the Kolym White Territory
I send you, Marusya, hello.
Write how you live, dear,
I look forward to your answer.

(Words - B. Emelyanov / 1930s)