The Colorties - Письма домой - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Do not give those letters too late. In the sense that it's time to bed to avoid chills.

Let me burn that the table, the room, apartment, house. But now no word.

Now and the ringing in a dense valley, having stuck in a white-breeding day, slipping out of the pharynx, will freeze, as if he was not here, nowhere.

Do not give those letters too late. In the sense that it's time to bed to avoid chills.

As if London moved to the mountains - the houses wondered in the fog as in the old warm plaid, and at home all the shadows were fed at the corners.

As if time, the concentrate is poured through the nostrils in us. As if for a second, each atom suddenly turned into a schnapp.

Late! Do not get those letters too late.

And so far in my awkward paws tremble and cuts the envelope languages.

As if going back too late. As if someone is waiting at home.