Текст песни BrightSide - Прогулка под дождем

I recognize this smell, not touched spring
Trifle in pockets, along the roads of ships,
You laugh at me that I do not believe in signs
Wanks your hand, but in secret I will check.

Somewhere scrolls nirvana,
Ever ripped wound
As if overheard
Our conversation will be vacant the bait
Walk under the rain.

Stretching the hood, under the white clouds
You barefoot throwing shoes
You laugh at me that I do not believe in signs
Wanks your hand, but in secret I will check.

Somewhere scrolls nirvana,
Ever ripped wound
As if overheard
Our conversation will be vacant the bait
Walk under the rain.

You laugh at me that I do not believe in signs
Hang by hand, and in secret, I will believe.