Lyrics Ирочка PSP - Она писала ему письма Mas AT Prod TARTUGA REC

She wrote letters to him with colored pastes
Quotes of songs interwoven without ceremony
With simple true prophetic dreams
Tell us what you think will happen to us
You shoot, we have spring
Swallows sun girl with bows
And I'm a stuffy one all alone
How did the neighbors become enemies?
A fragile peace, for a moment, a holiday by the sea
Red wine, night, bottomless view
Today instead of stars, the threat of a neutron bomb
Hands that gave caresses compress cartridges
The question I remember about love at first sight
Heart pounded - yes, lips said untruth
Tears of hail I drop on the rivers of bright ink
I will write now before the loss of reason and strength
Yes Yes
I will write to YOU
before the loss of reason and strength
Yes Yes
Forgive me, let the poems fly through the net
Once the war did not leave a chance
The paper letters now do not reach
No more such address
Forgive me, let the poems fly through the net
Once the war did not leave a chance
Paper letters do not reach you
No more such address

Another night I remember Vangu
In the window burst the wind with the scent of lavender
Wailing siren roaring planes
That's how it all ends for a deafening roar
Bird of birds carry these lines

Express delivery pigeon mail
Address the edge where neither the shores are shared
I'll write to you until my hand is numb
Until the pasta ends, until the last breath
We will meet, no matter how bad
I'll write you to my last breath
we will meet, no doubt

At the foot of the mountain a bonfire will illuminate
Your eyes azure, where the emerald grass in rhythm

Faith warm swaying smoothly
I know, you hear me and this is the main thing

She wrote letters to him with colored pastes
Quotes of songs interwoven without ceremony
With simple true prophetic dreams
Tell us what you think will happen to us

She wrote letters to him with colored pastes
Quotes of songs interwoven without ceremony
With simple true prophetic dreams
I know, you hear me and this is the main thing