Текст песни Павел Клещъ Клищенко - Дождь

Rain cold watering with its waters
Our shoots are golden balls,
Eternal closing cosmos, cosmos,
And we sought to get out of clouds clean.

Cleansing meek against the month
Wrinkle ice - burn the body.
You are a bunch of coin coin, where it glows -
If three characters are coincided - won.

The clock with the same you will not cope,
Yes, in general, we do not cope with us,
We just need a little to recover,
Well, and there and to the sky - hand to file.

Look in my eyes, but not intently -
I'm afraid of these righteous shots.
In the field warrior of light,
After all, I just need to stand.

Screaming, gain that will be forces,
Behind the price before the sky will not stand.
I cut my holiness for a long time,
And now I swallow and yours.

There will be time all fairy tales to tell
One who knows probably silent
If this world has to call,
Nobody will fly to paradise to paradise.