Текст песни Иван Вдовин - Мне тебе не написать

I do not write,
I have not come to you,
Punctured crust of ice,
Broken bridges ...
We are on different banks.
I turn off the light in your window.
At midnight the clouds
Month sat behind Okoem.
Recessed depression in the river,
Ubegu per pass.
I'll live in the forest hut.
I have long not been there.
Kindle the fire in the furnace,
Bring water and ice.
On ogarochke candles
I tell fortunes of the past.
What I did not want to come true
As feared, it happened,
Forest one tracks a lot,
Ours is not crossed.
A chill will blow,
I'll be on the edge of the river.
Burst a thin crust of ice
Cut through halfway ...
I do not write,
I have not come to you,
Perekoloty crust of ice,
Broken bridges ...
Do not be afraid, do not be sad:
Foot is the river!
I'm just your boots
Soak for half an inch.
1987-2014