Текст песни Мария Бирюкова - О хорошем думать

Sunday rain they promise you and I are used to it
Summer wanders in wet grasses and it's hard to wait for another
But the rains that fall with you do not bother
No weather forecast can interfere with us!
Pause! Think about good, talk about good
And madly love (and believe), and be loved 2p.

They promise Sunday rain, maybe it won't happen
And parting like a yellow bird will spin over your head
If everything we dreamed about doesn't save us from sorrow
No weather forecast will help you and me!