Текст песни Михаил Звездинский - Прощальное письмо

Here is a farewell letter,
I'm not waiting for an unnecessary answer.
I put a point. It's a pity that I could not
Previously write to you about it.

Years ripen somewhere in us
Slowly, impuditly, berso;
And then a certain hour comes
And brings bitter melts.

Dungean breeze leaf autumn picked
Here is another line of the eyelid on the moment of shorten
Here is another day flying and not in mom
Dooms the corner in the cooling fireplace

You then swear or klyani
Or bunk fopes with drafts
But do not torment the past days
With white on blue clouds

And former love do not turn
The one that got out of the gate
So why blame and blame
In this life, everything is irrevocably

Dungean breeze leaf autumn picked
Here is another line of the eyelid on the moment of shorten
Here is another day flying and not in mom
Dooms the corner in the cooling fireplace

Dungean breeze leaf autumn picked
Here is another line of the eyelid on the moment of shorten
Here is another day flying and not in mom
Dooms the corner in the cooling fireplace