Текст песни Чёрный Обелиск - Мертвые Не Пишут Писем...

I broke the guitar yesterday
Not by chance, not by accident.
She suddenly predicted to me
The date near the end.
Suddenly she howled, squealed,
When she took it in her hands.
From the other world taking
Spiritual signal.

The dead do not write letters,
Do not come and do not call.
They know about us and so they know everything,
It's unlikely that anyone here is happy.

And today early in the morning
I opened a simple journal,
And on the first page
I suddenly read about myself.
Like he lived just recently,
And he did everything wrong,
And here I immediately realized -
This is the sign to me from there ...

The dead do not write letters,
Do not come and do not call.
They know about us and so they know everything,
It's unlikely that anyone here is happy.

Here we have our own laws,
For thousands of years,
And we can not change them,
And for them there are no laws.

The dead do not write letters,
Do not come and do not call.
They know about us and so they know everything,
It's unlikely that anyone here is happy.

The dead do not write letters ...
The dead do not write letters ...