Текст песни Влад Ковальчук - Письмо

Much can be said without prohibition
Write on white paper in black
That someone is waiting for you today
Or quite the opposite

And again in the rhythm of the waltz
The pen will walk on the paper
And your tender fingers
will write me a letter

Leaving the smell of my perfume on paper
You wrote to me not sparing your words
And this crunch of a fresh letter
I will remember forever

And your words froze my blood
You wrote to me that love died
From now on my heart is black as night
No one can help me

Now the pen will never walk on paper
And your gentle fingers won't write me a letter