Текст песни классическая музыка - Как воздух...

She writes to him: "Hello, everything is fine.
Your letter has not yet come.
I again began to dream colored dreams.
From here there is no one windows,
No one will say - I most often alone,
But it seems that this is a faithful symptom of spring. "

She writes him: "You know, my dear,
I remember this room completely different.
And the grandchildren have long fallen asleep old pond,
By the autumn, Zhughley foliage and Squared Squared,
Furniture is the purpose of Tumba and a secret,
However, they will also eat or sell them. "

She writes to him: "Everything is your guy.
Last week, daughter laid a house
But there is not enough money to distribute.
Yesterday your Alycha bloomed in the garden.
Lack of paper and Surguc,
While alive, I will write you ... "

"... Here, the old fool, survived the mind.
Schedule, infection, per day three letters!
Yes, the believes in paradise to read them ... "
The nurse will sleep, leaf bringing to the fire,
And the edge of the hemp carefully bent,
One movement will reset the hot ash.
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I want to love so much .... or in no way !!