Текст песни Ерошенко Варвара - Еще немного из писем о Лете

Tell me, who abducted him?
Hidden wall, for the hundredth turn,
Forgotten in a transparent Aug. City
My face is still whispered something ...
Tell me, where are hiding sunrises,
The sun is reflected in the height of ...
Me last letter came from the summer.
There it wrote: & quot; Sorry & quot; ...
We wrote it, but hardly
All words will replace eyes shine.
We are in the crowd lost each other,
Without saying a word to excuse!
See the following, as alms ask
Not hoping, in general, is a miracle.
And after going through this nasty fall,
You pereboleesh as cold ...
You pereboleesh through space,
Forget about last summer.
Time - is the best medicine.
Do not be sad, he did not come.