Текст песни Арпине Оганян - Письмо...

You went to the distance, do not find there
roads
That July was the last thing in
Your fate.
You are in the sky now and next to you
God,
He saves you. And all who are expensive
you.

You were me warm when on the soul
frost.
Sedna on the temples in memory of a lot
years,
I remember you. I remember you to tears ...
And I can not believe me what you are with me
no more.

You went to the distance, from there
There is no refund,
And go for years, nothing is no longer
Will be back.
I will write you a letter, put in
the envelope
And it does not matter at all that you do not read it ...

Arp Ohanyan