Текст песни Александр Маршал - Утерянный листок

From the book I needed something,
I do not remember, like, the meaning of some lines -
And fell to the floor of the white notebook
Hand your scribbled piece

And I'm on it for a long time put a dash,
And I thought, just somewhere lost -
Suddenly I painfully familiar handwriting
Because of past life news sent!

Darling! It has been so many days,
But on a piece of warmth of your hands,
Which you then, love, wrote to me
For these songs are sad poems,
I feel the warmth of your hands!

And, constantly, for some reason, I looked around,
Leaf cherished in his fingers tugging -
Then he sighed and smiled in silence:
My God, how I love you!