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The dead do not write letters
(Words: D. Borisenkov. Music: Black Obelisk)

I broke the guitar yesterday
It is no coincidence, not casual.
She suddenly predicted me
The date of the near end.
Suddenly howl, screeched,
When I took it in my hands.
From the other world accepting
Spiritic signal.

The dead do not write letters
Do not come and do not call.
They know everything about us,
It is unlikely that here who is happy.

And early in the morning
I opened a simple magazine
And on the first page
I suddenly read about myself.
Like, he lived recently,
And he did everything wrong
And here I immediately understood -
This is from there a sign ...

The dead do not write letters
Do not come and do not call.
They know everything about us,
It is unlikely that here who is happy.

Here we have our own laws,
For thousands of years,
And we will not be able to change them,
And for them there are no laws.

The dead do not write letters
Do not come and do not call.
They know everything about us,
It is unlikely that here who is happy.

The dead do not write letters ...
The dead do not write letters ...