Текст песни Таня Тишинская - Письмо

Why would you read my letter?
Living with you, I have not learned to lie.
Tears like raw Moscow
Send me blurry lines.

Already two years merged with eternity,
But I can’t read without reproach,
How do you write about camp life,
Ponte romantic thief.

Thy pines, taiga spruce,
I see in a dream how tired
So my love is getting colder
But proud I, no one will warm.

Eh, would you know how I bowed
To the owner, packing you a summer house,
Then translate into your jargon
And as usual, you will change everything.

I’ll just write about a divorce
You will immediately change the old record,
You’ll start writing me about the sea and port,
Love poems and something about finnish.

But know, I’ll wait for you anyway
And in Moscow this slush is not eternal,
I live without a man and get along
Our son is growing and I am ashamed to cry.

Thanks to him, my son,
Because I didn’t chip, I didn’t drink too much,
It happens that I cry just a little bit,
Behind the folder - fool him praying.