Михаил Горбачев - Старые письма
текст песни

In an dusty bunch of old letters
I accidentally met one thing,
Where is the line similar to beads,
I broke into a purple stain.

What did we not share then,
Tearing love to a living thread?
And why leaflets under a layer of dust
Have you given our happiness to store?

Keep so much expensive
Slightly yellowed sheets
As if everything had returned again
As if you are with me again!

All pages have been read for a long time
I just don't know why
The heart is like a wounded bird
Reaches for a crumpled letter.

And as if forgetting the separation,
You smile at me again ...
Why? .. No, never need
Our old letters read.

(Words V. Kramat)