Текст песни Павел Байдалов - Сезон дождей

Who drives us for the threshold?
For the threshold waiting for us autumn.
And from morning alarms
We run, doubt throwing
In the dirt and dust of big roads.
What is the cause of the celebration
Returning people
On the heat and light of the fire,
Under the cover of camps
In the dirt and dust of big roads?

You remember those who stayed between the vertex and the house.
You are afraid to see these among people sitting nearby.
New you see in my face, a sign of you know,
Under the songs of every day
Rainy season.

Does anyone wait back?
Will anyone accept forgiveness,
That the crowd guys left
Not promising returns
In the dirt and dust of big roads?
Maybe someone will understand
What are the strollers these souls
Heat wisdom that ice,
What is stupidly stupid.
It will hurt - heals ...

You remember those who stayed between the vertex and the house.
You are afraid to see these among people sitting nearby.
New you see in my face, a sign of you know,
Under the songs of every day
Rainy season.

08/29/1997.