Текст песни IQ48 - З пункту А

During these hours for the sixth time
I climb to the Internet. tut.by for you.
Mailbox, mail statistics:

Today, no one did not come from you.
In other Dostal, although a dime a dozen,
But I am only one.
And nothing, climbed in vain,
Three weeks already I'm waiting for a letter.
I did not hear you for five weeks,
Not seen for three months. It's a shame!
On the map I look, I think hundreds of miles,
They are among us, and we slot them.

From point A to point B distant
Do not fly the planes and the train does not go.
A difficult task and there are no clues.
Again climb into the network - and again in vain.

Rattle modem again dyskanekt
Communication broke, ended package.
Nervously smoke break matches,
Again I sat up until the early hours.
Do not wait. Everything is as usual.
There is no pain, there is no despair.
Perhaps I will soon anyway,
I can not wait indefinitely.
And I still smoke cigarettes, second.
Ashes on the floor. I miss.
Eyes hurt to look at the monitor,
And from you, as always, no letters.