Sans - Письма счастья - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hello everyone, I am writing a new letter to you, each time hoping that there will be an answer, but no, I did not receive more than one who would give me happiness

Yes, probably - three and a half thousand kilometers

My words will be washed away with water, and will blow off the wind,

They will pass through the fire and become ash again,

And as always, I will remain imperceptible to you

Winter again in April, I heard summer there

I am freezing in a jacket, and you are quite easy

I'm in a repita, in Karaganda in St. Petersburg

If my city is Mars, then I'm like Jupiter now

Are you the same? Fall of five-storytakes?

Testing cars? Terrorist attacks? For lawlessness, let's say ..

Crap .. and I live in the Kupchino area, and I saw twice

knife in the body half -dead - dejavu

Turned upside down - the world inside me, I will turn inside out

so that at least change something, let's start

here nights on the rain covers the roofs

I would at least evaporate the clouds, but even the sky will not hear me

chorus

Those letters that bring happiness will not reach today

But attempts to do, it is not so painful

There is no way back, but there is a road back

Wait, the letter will come tomorrow