Текст песни Котуйская история 3 - 08 Письмецо

Narrated by a letter policeman
Without an envelope, a small piece of
And this whole leaf,
Several oblique running lines.
Several oblique crawls
She is now more expensive than whole life
Maybe it will hear God
There, among the green stars-lights.

Letter, and on the "hair dryer" "malyavu"
Brought fresh wind and rain
"Forgive me, forgive you, Mom me
Just remember about his son. "

Behind the window the city fell asleep,
She stood in silence
Liszt in his hands, she trembled,
Dissolve lines as in a dream.
Heart mother knocks
As living, warm watch
Behind the window the city quietly asleep,
Asleep in the arms of a virgin spring.

Narrated by a letter policeman
Without an envelope, a small piece of
And this whole leaf,
Several oblique running lines.
Several oblique crawls
She is now more expensive than whole life
Maybe it will hear God
There, among the green-lights the stars