Текст песни Саша Санта - Письма

Do not cry, he did not return, and the glory of God;
He's the other way.
I'm not a doctor and a psychologist questionable,
But, you know, I had this.

I know you're worried that you will not find
 Steeper than he - you all the best solution in it;
And other men seem to be not so.
So, so - to hell with them!

Chorus:
But what are your years? You've got everything ahead!
The main thing, just go without thinking of last year.
You want - love, and in the morning get away.
The main thing, just live without last year's letters!

I'm sorry to hurt more is not better.
I know, time does not heal.
See how your freedom beckons beauty.
You're the one they love, with him you were not themselves.

It's not serious. It will take, believe me.
He loved to tears, but now
 Some new number sneaks to shiver,
And that was just a passer-by.

Chorus:
But what are your years? You've got everything ahead!
The main thing, just go without thinking of last year.
You want - love, and in the morning get away.
The main thing, just live without last year's letters!

Without last year's letters!