Moesta — По мотивам Андрэ

Tell me in it about the sea

Time run away through your fingers so easy

It`s just a sand which in letter i`ll see

Write me about the night if u spend it

Sometimes for feel the aroma of breeze

If for a long time already u pretend

That you’re alive but u live only dreams

Write me about the rain — is it tender

Don’t tell about ur boots which have blotted through

It will be happy day — just don’t surrender

How u look at this — that will be truth

Write me about the wind — do u feel it                    

How u smile when u stand on the quay

Don’t tell that summer come to September

And on ur skin the sunbeams will not slip

Write me a letter and I will remember

On the seashore how nice it could be