Текст песни Весна в Сан-Бликко - Письмо

You've never seen the sea
So infinitely great.
Wind sings about it quietly, in a minor key,
Wind invincible.

I am waiting for a letter from you,
Here in the winter calendar.

Who draws in the palms of your city weightless?
He is crying behind, wandering around all day.
All your sorrows were long-drawn,
Rain there is a wall, you - his target.

I remember how you told me this morning,
What's outside the window fog.
I remember how it seemed to me a miracle,
At the heart of the ocean he sang.

I am waiting for a letter from you,
Here, I would have gone mad.

Distances our under these bright stars,
Cross the line, to remain silent in response.
And walk away, and the roads are full of crossroads,
So go to the bottom, then run to the light.

You've never heard the songs,
Those that you wrote.
What passed for thirty years, or month
I never knew.

I am waiting for a letter from you,
You, you choose yourself.