Текст песни Ksenia Volary - Старые письма.

How nice it was to open the envelope,
Get out a letter, sort it out with your hands.
But now it has come to naught
The fashion of letters that has become the connection between us.

How much heat could we save?
In lines inaccessible words.
The wounds of old do not have to hurt
If you want us not to become enemies.

And then the communication is completely different
It was, I remember these piles cherished.
And also, since ancient times
All the notes in love burned.

Sorry ... Now you can not give fire
All the great mass of our correspondence.
I’ll delete everything one fine moment,
The stumps will remain in memory.
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And I want to sit by the fireplace
And get a bunch of yellow envelopes.
All these are old letters
Saved last summer.