Текст песни Макарова Александра - Дождь перешёл с тобой на

You told me about a dream,
In which the rain, covered in gray hair,
Pressed to the glass.
In the dream, my learned you
What I like umbrellas in the rain pounding -
He's a prankster.

Rain restless poet,
His vague silhouette
It appeared in the window.
He absolved,
And he read your poetry
Alone.

Rain rhyme sprinkled with tinsel,
His love "Hvanchkara"
You watered.
You shoulders wrapped in a fog,
I saw rhyming dope -
He was so drunk.

Rain passed with you "to you"
In the palm of falls from a height
Eaves.
And you do not know, chudya
Under kisses rain
With just sleep.

And in the morning - all the glass in tears.
And the smell of the night in her hair
Met dawn.
Are you a cup of coffee and a souffle
Rain wrote on the glass:
"Thank you."

You told me about a dream,
In which the rain, covered in gray hair,
Pressed to the glass.