Текст песни Александр Маршал - Утерянный листок

From the book I needed something ,
I do not remember , like, the meaning of some lines -
The compensation on the floor and white from notepad
Your hand scribbled sheet

And I put on it long dash ,
And I thought , just somewhere lost -
Suddenly I painfully familiar handwriting
From a past life news sent !

 My favorite ! It has been so many days ,
 But on a piece of warmth of your hands ,
 Which you then , love , wrote to me
 For these songs are sad poems
 I feel the warmth of your hands !

And , constantly, for some reason, looked around,
A piece of treasured in his fingers tugging -
Then he sighed , and smiled silently :
My God , how I love you !