Текст песни Борис Катковский - ст. А Холина - В дождь обрызганный

Poems: Alexander Holina
Melody: Boris Katkovsky

In the rain sprinkled ...

C G.
In the rain sprinkled, in the gloss
G7 C.
My city like summer breath.
Spray tearned, swimming in smoke,
As a hangover glass - poet.

F C.
Sparrows with Sparrow Flow
G C.
and cook Sparrow Svaru
Wise Svarog Delight is trying.
He is at least an old man, but not old at all.

Goy you, my Russia! Free-Wolnitsa!
What does the enemy shades be sad?
Freed winnings?
Maybe all the same in the bathhouse,

F C.
Do you wander the incurious insuffustice?
G C.
And Moscow will shoot on Divo!
C G.
Won and the bird on the cloud is flashing,
G7 C.
Like a frog on fresh nettle.

Sparrows with Sparrow Flow
and cook Sparrow Svaru
Wise Svarog Delight is trying.
He is at least an old man, but not old at all.

And, covered by songs-fairy tales,
Country to dawn falls asleep.
In the rain sprinkled, in the gloss,
My Russia, like a glass - poet.

Sparrows with Sparrow Flow
and cook Sparrow Svaru
Wise Svarog Delight is trying.
He is at least an old man, but not old at all.