Текст песни Г.Буляков, сл.В.Саулов - Осенний дождь

On the street, relaxed,
Through twilight and trembling
Hiking Raskannoye
Warm autumn rain.

He is writhing in the doorway,
Under the lantern sculit.
Lives not as you want
And as God tells.

Ah, how long he lived
Awkward talk.
Each passerby
He asks to searcate.

I chirkal the match politely,
Closing it in the palm,
And he grunted mockingly
The proposed fire.

And as an actor, sewan
With invisible benches,
He could not stop
And the shower becomes not bold.

He sailed in small pozhitsa,
On seed squares,
And I did not listen thoughts,
And wept, and wept, and now ...