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LETTER TO MOTHERYou're still alive, my old lady?And I zhiv. Hello, Hello!Let streams over your HouseThat evening an ineffable light.Write me what you, Taya anxietyZagrustila a bit about meWhat do you often go on the roadIn the old-fashioned old šušune.And in the evening you blue darknessOften one sees f:If someone kabackoj me in the fightSadanul under the heart of Finnish knife.Nothing, rodnaya! Settle down.It's only painful bred′.Not so bitter I propojca,So, you are not seeing die.180I'm still the same gentleAnd dream only of howSo rather melancholy rebelliousHis head in our House a little low.I'll be back when the raskinet branchOur spring white garden.Just you me too at dawnNot BUDi as eight years ago.Not BUDi that otmečtalos′,Not volnuj not come true —Too early loss and fatigueTry me in the life of each visitor.And pray do not teach me. Do not!Return to the old ways anymore.You're the one I care and joy,You're the one I an ineffable light.So forget the same about his anxietyDon't be sad so briskly about me.Don't go so often on the roadIn the old-fashioned old šušune.

LETTER TO THE MOTHER

You're still alive, my old lady?
He's alive, and I am. Hey you, hey!
Let flowing over your hut
That evening ineffable light.

They write me that you Taya disturbing,
sad helluva lot about me,
What do you often go on the road
in an old dilapidated shushune.

And you in the evening blue gloom
often seen as one and the Well then:
As if someone in my tavern brawl
slammed at the heart of Finnish knife.

Nothing, dear! Calm down.
It's just painful nonsense.
Not so bitter, I souse,
so that you are not seeing die.

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I'm still the same gentle
And I dream only about
To most of the angst rebel
Gateway to a short, our home.

I'll be back when will spread the branches
. in the spring, our white garden
Only you me too at dawn
Do not trouble, eight years ago.

Do not wake that otmechtalos,
do not worry that not come true -
Too early loss and fatigue
to test my life led.

And pray do not teach me. Do not!
To return to the old no more.
You alone are my help and consolation,
You alone are my ineffable light.

So forget about your anxiety is,
Do not be sad because helluva lot about me.
Do not go so often on the road
in an old dilapidated shushune.

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