Текст песни Сплин - Письмо. Мне жаль...до точки

I'm sorry you did not find summer rainfall
In July night, on the Gulf of Riga
Do not you see the magic of these lines.

Wave, which is pleasant to touch hands
Sand, stones which are scattered
Landscape without me here for centuries.

I am sorry that we will not sit back on the train,
Which will be held this belt hour
In which direction pulls on the pole

That does not reflect in the coupe party
The window, which is constantly changing picture
What we do not wake up in the morning in an embrace.

& quot; The letter & quot;

Late at night, after all the commas finally came to the point.
Location. Mail. Do not worry, I'm not privy to you any more lines.
Quiet. Sounds. At night before I drifted rare.
Dancing letters. I write and do not expect ever answer.
Thoughts. Rhymes. The light remained was the sound - the rest is erased.
Go out the numbers. I called just to hear the voice.
The rider stopped. Measurement of rider, the river was closely in line.
Edges. Facets. I love, without the need for reciprocal feelings.