Текст песни Иван Кучин - Последнее письмо

Now I empty the freedom of speech,
And the price of a penny life ...
Cold news burnt out soul to the ground,
Forever and ever and ever ...
And later beat his chest and scream: "Mother forgive me!"
No really I did not hear ...
As soon as the gates lyazgnut posts
On towers on towers on the towers ...
As soon as the gates lyazgnut posts
On towers on towers on the towers ...

Latest from the mother letter,
Oh, lines still warm breath of ...
And only now I am able to understand,
sad sense of the last lines ...
Do not say good-bye and bye ...

So why, on the eve of
Stabbed in the chest where the heart is ...
You called his son's hometown,
As a child as a child as a child ...
Hung, not to throw in the neck of the year,
There was a heavy blame ...
Take my mother to him,
With him, with him, with him ...
Take him to my mother
With him, with him, with him ...

Latest from the mother letter,
Oh, lines still warm breath ...
And only now I am able to understand,
The sad sense of the last lines ...
Do not say goodbye, but goodbye ...