Текст песни Евгения Ланцберг - Письма

Letters, letters - white envelopes,
White envelopes, stamps islands.
Leaves, leaves fall again wagging.
In this whirlwind of how far we are.
And the lights go out in the empty houses
On the main street of Moscow,
And Fall sends a wave of farewell,
And the cold draft from the Neva.
Between Moscow and Leningrad
Do not clatter ceases,
Now I do not need anything,
Apart from your warm hands.

Maybe smears autumn red paint
Autumn red paint sad forests.
They'll say it's all in vain,
It's all in vain, our voices.
And the lights go out in the empty houses
On the main street of Moscow,
And Fall sends a wave of farewell,
And the cold draft from the Neva.
Between Moscow and Leningrad
Do not clatter ceases,
Now I do not need anything,
Apart from your warm hands.

Will the meeting in the blue jingle ...
Meeting in the blue called?
What am I saying?
Studite breeze palm,
Time - December.
And the lights go out in the empty houses
On the main street of Moscow,
And Fall sends a wave of farewell,
And the cold draft from the Neva.
Between Moscow and Leningrad
Do not clatter ceases ...