To a husband at war (исполнитель: I Hate Myself)
Things are here And you're over there And inbetween land, sea everything I hope you're warm And I hope you think of me In Petersburg the way things used to be Yesterday, a telegraph said that you had died But I knew, but I know that it was a lie I tried to laugh But I went back to my room and cried I mean our room I went back to our room and cried Retreat, [bad word] back home.