Иван Кучин - Последнее письмо - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Now freedom is just empty words to me, and life is worth three kopecks.

The cold news has burned my soul to the ground, forever, forever, forever...

And it's too late to beat my chest and cry, "Mother, forgive me!" No one will hear me anymore.

As soon as the guards on the towers, on the towers, on the towers, clank their bolts.

As soon as the guards on the towers, on the towers, on the towers, clank their bolts...

The last letter from my mother, the lines still warm in my breath.

And only now could I understand the sad meaning of those last lines:

"Don't say goodbye, but see you later..."

So that's why, the day before, I felt a stabbing pain in my chest, right where my heart is.

You called for your own son, just as in childhood, just as in childhood, just as in childhood...

The years hung, unable to be shaken off, around my neck, hanging like a heavy guilt. Take me there, Mom, with you, with you, with you, with you.

Take me there, Mom, with you, with you, with you, with you...

The last letter from Mom, the lines still warm.

And only now could I understand the sad meaning of the last lines:

"Don't say goodbye, but see you later..."