Текст песни Анна Герман - Письмо Солдату

Behind the wall scraping harmonica,
Outside, whirling white snow.
I have to wait quite a bit,
You come back in the spring cute.

And I navorozhila winter,
It will be a joy to sadness.
It will be a joy and sadness.
And I myself decided
All that will be - will be empty.
All that will be let.

You must have changed a lot
This bearing with soldiers.
And the earrings, your friend is not married.
Right in the registry office turned back.

And I navorozhila winter,
It will be a joy to sadness.
It will be a joy and sadness.
And I myself decided
All that will be - will be empty.
All that will be let.

As we now sing the lunar night.
I told your uncle Agathon
With a seven-stringed guitar instead
He bought you a tape recorder.

And I navorozhila winter,
It will be a joy to sadness.
It will be a joy and sadness.
And I myself decided
All that will be - will be empty.
All that will be let.

Behind the wall scraping harmonica,
Outside, whirling white snow.
I have to wait quite a bit,
You come back in the spring cute.

Pr. And I navorozhila winter,
It will be a joy to sadness.
It will be a joy and sadness.
And I myself decided
All that will be - will be empty.
I would like you to wait.