Текст песни Пикник - Письмо

Here is the letter unsent
Unsent does not mean poisoned
Will fall into the hands (in a moment of boredom)
Read, do not count for work

They write to you the builders of narrow gauge
Believed to be a little warmer.
In snowy cities
In the souls of pampered

We are the builders of iron bridges.
Dreamed, everyone will be ready
It's easy to run through them.
But this time is still far away.

Unread, like a broken heart
Unread lies and melts
In silence lies and melts
Maybe the letters do not like each other?

Unsent does not mean poisoned
What if this is someone's message ardent
Here the whole world raged and subsided
Among commas, among commas ...