Текст песни Д. Харатьян - Баллада о первом дожде

When the first drops of rain drops
And the thunder rolls Tucek from the roof
It beats my town Pre shiver
And I did hear soul and skin.

Rains in early summer as the verses
We have to elevate their origins
And it seems the streets are quiet again
All our souls peacefully and high.


And tremble expanse of window glass
Sharper will smell boulevards
And buildings to stare in the mirror
Deep like a river walkways.

The mixing of the water and the height
Come quietly, slowly, kroyas
And it seems, the streets are clean again
Clean we all have a soul and a conscience.

That drops, the jets pouring rain
That line, the dash knocking on the frame
And it seems that all what you expect
On the meeting sends a telegram.