Текст песни Михаил Звездинский - Прощальное письмо

Here's farewell letter,
I do not expect an unnecessary response.
I put point. It is a pity that he could not
Before you write about it.

Years ripen somewhere in us
Slowly, secretly, stealthily;
And then comes a certain hour
And it brings bitter retribution.

Breeze picked up autumn leaf
Here's another line eyelids momentarily shortened
Here's another flying day and is not in sight
Dotlevaet the cooling ember in fireplace

You then swear by or swear
Or oven Marsh drafts
But do not bring back the old days
With white clouds on a blue

And love does not bring back the past
The one that ran out of the gate
So why confess and blame
In this life, everything irrevocably

Breeze picked up autumn leaf
Here's another line eyelids momentarily shortened
Here's another flying day and is not in sight
Dotlevaet the cooling ember in fireplace

Breeze picked up autumn leaf
Here's another line eyelids momentarily shortened
Here's another flying day and is not in sight
Dotlevaet the cooling ember in fireplace