Текст песни Д.Харатьян - Первый дождь

When drops drop the first rain
and thunder from a cloud rolls onto the roof
beating the city my holiday tremor
and I hear her soul and body.

The rains in early summer are like poems
they elevate us to their origins ...
And it seems - since the streets are quiet,
everything in our souls is peaceful and high.

And the surface of the window glass will tremble
the smells of the boulevards will become sharper
and buildings look into the domes
deep, like rivers, sidewalks ...

In a mixture of water and altitude
you walk calmly, slowly, without hiding ...
And it seems - since the streets are clean,
all of us have a pure soul and conscience.

Rain drops now, streams,
now a point, then a dash is knocking on a frame ...
And it seems that everything that you expect
sends a telegram about the meeting.