Текст песни Пикник - Письмо

Here is a letter unsent
Unsent does not mean poisoned
Will fall into your hands (in a moment of boredom)
Read, do not count for work

The builders of narrow-gauge railways write to you
They believed it would be a little warmer
In snowy cities
In the souls of the pampered

We are the builders of cast iron bridges
Dreamed, everyone will be ready
It's easy to run through them
But this time is still far away

Unread like a broken heart
The unread lies and melts
In silence lies and melts
Maybe the letters don't like each other?

Unsent does not mean poisoned
What if this someone's message is fiery
Here the whole world was seething and quiet
Among the commas, among the commas ...