Текст песни Сергей Кристовский и группа Шервуд - Не пишите мне писем

Don't write me letters, don't knock on my door
I'll be left alone, talk to a shadow
I'm far away now, I'm in autumn foliage
As the last monk I enjoy oblivion.

Chorus:
And outside the door there is a light, the head of the snow releases dreams
There is fog on the river, the temple dismissed crosses over the mountain
Cigarette smoke froze like a cloud, silence cuts
In the night the fool-spring flies away.

Don't write me letters, don't knock on my door
I will lick my wound like a hunted beast
Maybe a weak fire in uncooled ash
Will warm me, I will not give in to deception.