Текст песни Plastika - Дождь - Dozhd'

Rain on the windows whispers me: "Wake up!"
It smells like a fresh pine cut.
Inhale. To a simple miracle touch
Sleeping in anticipation of spring.

Fleece a sheet of paper in it
Garden agitates, the house is abandoned.
Dream - Phantom, and Life - Phantom
Melts, ashes will become.

I burn the manuscript, and in it
The second part of my destiny.
The life of unwritten poems
Melts, ashes will become.

Our postscript will turn around:
In the folder we, and dreams on the contrary.
Life in archives - our deep grotto,
The world is archived - and now ...

Fleece a sheet of paper in it
Garden agitates, the house is abandoned.
Dream - Phantom, and Life - Phantom
Melts, ashes will become.

I burn the manuscript, and in it
The second part of my destiny.
The life of unwritten poems
Melts, ashes will become.

Fleece a sheet of paper in it
Garden agitates, the house is abandoned.
Dream - Phantom, and Life - Phantom
Melts, ashes will become.

I burn the manuscript, and in it
The second part of my destiny.
The life of unwritten poems
Melts, ashes will become.