Текст песни Стихотворение - Уже не ждут, глядя в почтовый ящик

No longer waiting, looking in the mailbox,
Those letters, which envelopes smell mail
It is not fashionable to send a greeting card that plays
Melody of love is not the way.

And the wait will not be long in the cold.
In the heat - not to get sunstroke.
We all live dreaming of comfort,
And people often for us, as a commodity.

And waiting already online, and write "letters" ...
They do not smell anything - small black font.
The street noise, grass and leaves,
And young people online all sitting.

As there are many meetings, partings,
The confessions of love, and how many words.
Those words so much - things a little,
In fact, Be you love!

And let to you will not be afraid of the distance
After all, fortunately, still trains ..
And let your beautiful confession
Yes ears to hear, eyes to see you!

26/5/13
Author: Alena Bilan
Reads: Eugene Skovorodko