Текст песни Веня Д'ркин - А письма, они горят быстро

And do not treat me
Therapist -
It will not help you.
And do not treat me the doctor!
It will not save you.
While, it can still be
Someone me and multiply,
But not here, not now,
Only not the one
Which is exactly how I am,
Just on the contrary ...

My letters of
How piercingly sad
Breaking up with the defeated Charles
In clothes, zalatanoy moss.
There all as before -
Fold in March, in the hope
Chewing chalk,
And eyelids tear
Washing his elephant.
It is the same as you,
He was also a bummer.

A letter, they burn quickly.
Faster than go telegram.
And the night is so short,
What now become dull
Bonfire sparks soaring,
In which burn the letters,
lamenting postscript
In three words, the most important thing.