Текст песни Абрамова Татьяна - Письмо

You are my letter, honey, do not crumple,
Until the end of it, friend, almost.
Tired of being a stranger
Be a stranger in your way.
Don't look like that, don't frown angrily
I am my love, I am yours
Not a cowgirl, not royal
And I'm not a nun anymore.
In this gray and casual dress
And on the worn heels
But, as before, burning hugs,
The same fear in huge eyes.
You are my letter, honey, do not crumple
And don't cry for the cherished lie
And him in your poor kitty
Put it to the bottom.
And him in your poor kitty
Put it to the bottom.