Lyrics Валентина Толкунова. - Здравствуй сынок.

Hello, son!
I'm sorry that I write so badly:
Mom's your mother see worse ...
Hello, son!
I live and breathe.
I'm sorry that I am writing so often
I do not ask you about
And I do not want to offend anything ...

Hello, son!
And we no longer have the villages
Only our house remained only ...
Hello, son!
Disabled electric light.
If you can, the advice came to me,
How can I be if there is no longer forces.
Kohl will come - the wood bar is throwing me ...

And the land remained a street,
There is neither smoke nor fire ...
Not to know now the native side,
Where there was a place for me.

Hello, son!
Why are you silent so far?
Or my letters do not reach?
Hello, son!
Postmen bypass my courtyard.
On the answer you were always not soon
But I do not put in the pan:
Maybe now write not in fashion.

Hello, son!
Remember me sometimes.
Suddenly you come - and moms do not ...
Hello, son!
Old age is such a misfortune,
From her do not go anywhere ...
And not life - and one is mata
But you think about it early.

And the land remained a street,
There is neither smoke nor fire.
Not to know now the native side,
Where there was a place for me ...

And the land remained a street,
There is neither smoke nor fire ...
Not to know now the native side,
Where there was a place for me.
Where there was a place for me.
Where there was a place for me.