Текст песни Артур Беркут - Старое письмо

Old letter & quot; Autograph & quot;
Music: Arthur Berkut
Lyrics: Margarita Pushkin
I found yesterday
The park has an old letter,
like I peered
In an unfamiliar window.
like I peered
I'm in someone's house that is quiet and empty,
Where there is only one tenant -
Alien hopes sadness.
The old letter -
So many years have passed since then,
And hardly anyone now
It will help to find even a shadow
Those days.
I unwittingly became
For two people the judge,
Maybe not
Realizing this role.
I would like to take
Their hands and say,
they are the words only,
What is difficult to find yourself:
& Quot; Do you like - to know how to forgive & quot ;.
I do not know, maybe the evening
They then prepared the meeting,
Everything seemed eternal,
And the pain is gone,
About it as if it had never even mentioned.
I do not know what was wrong,
And whether that plea was necessary ...
It was just five
Undulating lines,
Someone's faith in life
It was fragile.
The old letter -
Quite a stranger to me destiny,
Book without opening chapters
And the book without end.
Like someone shout
All the years of spite -
Someone-forgotten letter.