As long as I breathe, I write a letter about life,
About how cold hot encounters can be,
About how feelings in soulless glass
When they hit, they freeze in a pattern.....
As long as I breathe, I write a letter about life,
About how the cold hurts,
About how the word is "vintage wine."
Delicate and delicate, elegantly kills....
As long as I breathe, I write a letter about life,
I won't give it to Aida - let her beg and plead!
Even if he knocks on the window,
Even if he ever does fondle.....
As long as I breathe, I write a letter about life,
About how passion calls itself a goddess,
About pain being at one with love,
And she won't let anyone near her heart....
As long as I breathe, I write a letter about life,
About how ice burns strangely,
About the feelings in the cold glass
Once struck, they freeze forever....
As long as I breathe, I write a letter about life,
I won't give it to Aida, let her not even dream of it!
And when I finish, I'll throw it out the window,
Let the mailman read it aloud to everyone.
Leyla Yusupova.