Текст песни Джек-с-фонарем - Письмо

Letter , of course, need to start a greeting ?
Well , hello ... well, why the word.
For my southern windows funny Manhattan
Fall and it comes into its own .

In my courtyards Brawler tramp - Sun
home, as in silk - all in gold braid .
Where the hell are you , so I'll
 ink you draw the letter.

How Do I? I spin a bear in a skillet -
there are a lot of plans, a lot of funny ideas.
Got himself two rabbits and beard ,
a , you know, " Byron still a student ."

Hop dance - grew by just six months -
while learning , there must want and wait.
But if the dance suddenly get into a barrel -
 such happiness . Well, you know , huh?

Learning to look for to see other people's thoughts ,
 learn to laugh again , to see how the morning
born in me a new sense of
and paper rhyme line runs .
Got into the habit devour cookies with tea,
and as a pirate - and swear there with a knife ...

But ... all the letter falls into one " miss " .
And maybe unadventurous " come ."

There are wildly want to latch -
I know how insidious is the fear
but feel - name trains and rails ?
You people here companion star and sister.

And let all the winter becomes grayer below
but the city will believe in you,
until the Red baking smells and Paris
white thread and stretch the cloud.