Текст песни Лоріка - У Раю нема пошти

There is no mail to Paradise. A pity ...
We would write there continuously.
To put on a sheet of sadness,
But there is no mail. Definitely...

Would fill the envelope with tears
And put inside the soul
To go for a minute to those
Behind whom the heart cries so hard and sober.

Sending your photos there
So that you know that we are now others.
What remains in the heart of grief
But we are already for the better part.

Described would fall and take off,
Who and what in the time this has reached.
And with the speed of a mini-comet
The letter would have had an unprecedented path.

You would read ... Read also tears
Would empty empty clouds.
And when the storm would approach,
It would become clear that you read.

We would catch a drop of hands,
Closed the crying eyes
And they imagined that you were here with us
And embrace you with silly silence.

Then they rushed home on the wings
And wrote verbal codes
That without you already to live nobody ..
But there is no mail in Paradise. And it's a pity ...