Текст песни НЕва - Некому писать

I was going to believe,
yes in trouble but could not.
And standing under a tree ,
shaking off his boots .
Oh, you , mist Russian ,
disappeared destination.
Under my feet the rustling of leaves -
There is no one to write.

shocked wallets
and I go on a journey .
Loaf with saltcellar
I do not podnesut .
My Russia is unthinkable ,
disappeared destination.
Vnikuda leave letters -
There is no one to write.

As for the wolf berry
In the morning I go.
Collect good time ,
Maybe I'll find .
Do not help the shots
Sleep my drive away .
I did not take him with letters -
There is no one to write.

About Russia had thought -
disappeared destination.
Vnikuda leave letters -
There is no one to write.