Текст песни ШаЛе - Про дождь

I'm flying from heaven, and can not be back
This is my May, I am his thunderstorm.
And thundering the depth and coming,
Hurry to live, short life.

I'm flying and tie to come,
And I sing about that I do not believe in death,
That the moon circle like a New Year's ball
What to breathe easily, but a man is small.

I fly through the cloud of days,
I'm flying everyone, but I am getting bigger,
For me, the world reveals the mouth.
I hurry to live, but I'm afraid to fall.

I fly through the cloud of days,
I'm flying everyone, but I am getting bigger,
I'm afraid, falling onto the earthly solid,
Do not break, but stop flying.