Locked up lives the soul of a mad man
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Who cares about the fate of a simple convict
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For another eight long years I will equate to a century
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And I'm afraid that I won't be able to cross this river
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Dear mother, I'm sorry that I very rarely think about you
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At the very last moment
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When nothing sacred is left in me,
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And behind the back, the cop breaks his hands and presses him against the wall
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I know that in the evenings you sit and look at a family portrait
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One meets the dawn
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After all, neither me nor my father is next to you
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Say hello to cousin
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And tell me I'm sorry that I robbed his house then
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Well, that's all, kiss, hug tightly
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When the letter reaches you, alas, I don't know
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Chorus:
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Somewhere out there, somewhere far, far away
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Someone will read the long-awaited letter
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Somewhere there, somewhere high, high
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For someone the level of meaning it
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Somewhere out there, somewhere far, far away
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Someone will read the long-awaited letter
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Somewhere there, somewhere high, high
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For someone the level of meaning it
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I inhale the aroma of tea deeply and delve into the meaning
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Lines written by me - I continue further
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We were separated when we were still in the hospital
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And in various childless families sheltered
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Thank God they brought me up, and I found the way
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Along which I walked and collected happiness little by little
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I learned from my adoptive parents that I am not alone
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And that my twin lives somewhere, my sister
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I ask for help, find your own blood
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I send my photo so as not to search blindly
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Thanks in advance, looking forward to your reply
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With deep respect, your Sveta
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I display the addressee's index very carefully
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And a tear falls repeatedly
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Meetings before my eyes, beyond words
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Feelings acquired over the years
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Chorus:
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Somewhere out there, somewhere far, far away
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Someone will read the long-awaited letter
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Somewhere there, somewhere high, high
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For someone the level of meaning it
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Somewhere out there, somewhere far, far away
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Someone will read the long-awaited letter
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Somewhere there, somewhere high, high
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For someone the level of meaning it
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You look at me with your fabulously beautiful eyes,
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But only from a photograph
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After all, a couple of thousand kilometers the distance between us
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The letters are scattered carelessly on paper
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And I'm writing to you, don't be afraid for God's sake
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That I then disappeared from your life imperceptibly
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It's true that you said that I would evaporate, leave
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And someday I will achieve something in my life
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I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of obstacles
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And I'm afraid, I'm afraid not to overcome them
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And having taken the first step to victory, through hellish labor
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You can't stop and look back
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Stunned, I opened my whole soul to you,
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But why, because your thoughts are not about me at all
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In the dark I sealed a frank letter
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I wrote the address and burned it
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Somewhere out there, somewhere far, far away
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Somewhere there, somewhere high, high
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Somewhere out there, somewhere far, far away
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Somewhere there, somewhere high, high
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Chorus:
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Somewhere out there, somewhere far, far away
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Someone will read the long-awaited letter
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Somewhere there, somewhere high, high
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For someone the level of meaning it
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Somewhere out there, somewhere far, far away
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Someone will read the long-awaited letter
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Somewhere there, somewhere high, high
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For someone the level of meaning it |