Текст песни ПЕТЛЮРА - Письмо

I am writing to you blue-eyed
Maybe the last letter.
Don't tell anyone about him
It was written for you.

The trial goes on and our trial ends
And the judge pronounces the verdict.
But something silly smiles
The old Yaroslavl prosecutor.

And the defense is smiling too
The convoy even smiles.
I hear our sentence is canceled,
Instead of being shot by a prison.

I heard that you blue-eyed
I began to walk with the framers.
I heard that you blue-eyed
She began to visit restaurants.

Well, walk, walk, my dear.
I will serve my short term.
Sing, guitar, sing, faithful friend.
I don't need anything else.