Киоск - Открытка с юга
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Instead of account and newspapers
The postman brought the envelope
A familiar handwriting writes
A couple of lines on a sheet of cardboard
Left summer burning hello

In every word, a smile and sadness
In every letter, a piece of you
There were left in every phrase
Sleepless nights July June August
Moldhov will say for itself

I received a postcard from the south
Maybe next year
We will see each other
May be
In the meantime, he excites consciousness
Separate phrases and memories
May be

The metropolitan power enslaved
Faceless people and gray prospect
A familiar handwriting writes
A couple of lines on a sheet of cardboard
Left summer burning hello

I received a postcard from the south
Maybe next year
We will see each other
May be
In the meantime, he excites consciousness
Separate phrases and memories
May be