Текст песни Артур Беркут - Старое письмо

Old letter "Autograph"

Music: Arthur Berkut
Words: Margarita Pushkin

I found yesterday
In the park is an old letter
As if looking in
In an unfamiliar window.
As if looking in
I'm in someone's house that is quiet and empty,
Where there is only one tenant -
Alien hope sadness.
Old letter -
So many years have passed since
And hardly anyone now
Will help to find even a shadow
Those days.

I involuntarily became
For two people judge
Maybe not so
Understanding this role.
I wanted to take
Their hands and say
Only those words
What is difficult to find yourself:
"Love - know how to forgive."

I do not know, maybe evening
They then prepared a meeting,
Everything seemed eternal,
And the pain is gone,
About her as if never had a speech.
I don't know who was wrong
And whether that plea was needed ...

It was just five
Uneven lines,
Someone's faith in life
It was fragile.
Old letter -
Completely alien fate to me
Book without initial chapters
And a book without end.
Like a scream
All the years in spite
Someone forgotten the letter.