Текст песни Альвар - Вальс под дождем

Raindrops outside the window
In rhythm, beat the waltz.
With brush in hands over blank sheet
I look at you.

You are unusually sad -
As if they forgotten the role.
In the nervous breakfast of your back
Evil attached pain.

I would not get sick,
Touch a thin hand ...
Looking at your back, so hot to dream,
Shive from mute longing.

It is ridiculous, and let.
Just notice, pray!
You know, I'm afraid of you to trembling.
You know, I ... you ...