Текст песни Александр Маточкин - Вечер был я на почтовом на дворе

Evening was me at the post office in the yard
I forgot my gloves on the table

I left Kamyshev's cane at the door
received a letter from his love

Rospetsyatal with a little head
became a quote, tears fell from my eyes

My sweetheart writes
come cute, i'm pretty sick
that is difficult sick in bed took to bed

What are you a guy for an amateur for such
you do not feel any love
what is love in the world highlander