Дмитрий Ромм - ПИСЬМЕЦО
текст песни

Mom writes a special letter to her son
Without you, my strength is leaving me
My father is completely ill and I can't plant potatoes
I wanted to take the barn apart but he collapsed

Mom, wait a minute, don't joke around with the barn
Or else they'll catch you too and add more time to my sentence
And if anything happens, dig the garden carefully
I have some stashes there, they won't return them

The detective took the letter, the guy is not weak
He doesn't rush to get off and he's not afraid of boors
He didn't read between the lines, and everything is clear anyway
And the letter won't reach its destination

White, white, white
Doves
Fly letters home
Fly to my mother

White, white, white
Sails
Sail away into the dawn
Say hello to your father

What happened, son, the police came
They dug up the whole garden with surprised faces
They tore down the barn into planks, leaving no chips
But nothing they didn't find it but they left the sanction

Well, what could mother do to help, potatoes, you yourselves
After all, I have a little more than a year left
I'll come back and we'll live the old life without remembering
We'll build a bathhouse with father instead of that barn