Текст песни Славянин - Письмо

I wrote a letter to you,
But the courage to send, not enough.
I, on the fate of this does not even waiting
 Without someone to become unbearable to live.
The letter was not written by my mind and not the hand,
Letter writing my soul.
The letter was written as one river
Fell in love with the sun, under which dries.
River of the old trees help,
Let's shadow saving her
From certain death saved her
Mighty branches of poplar.
But the river, draining without fear,
From helping involuntarily refused
And not to see once again, fearing
The sun with pain admired.
In anguish and agony that river, there was,
Endured the pain of burning earth,
Another fate, and did not want and did not know
How to die of sincere love.
What a pity you do not see the letters,
I have not forgotten how you always affectionate to me,
My prayers for you, you will not hear,
But know that you like the air I need.