Текст песни Евгений Ходченко - Не то чтобы сердится дождь...

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Not that it is angry with rain - throwing the cabin on the flanks;
Not that the furious flurry is aspen to cut root.
And just stand as a jester, deprived of heat and comfort,
I look at the steep landscape and "ash" Boombox Bubne.
Trees gone into a gap. Still smells a bakery.
Pine fears on the wind, listened to her crow.
I hope ever and your new guy
Outstanding the sister-conscience, as in the dark quarter Throw.
Bringing into granite of science and in the layer of tangerine crusts,
Somewhere out of thought, so the stone throws into the ferrod.
I look at the steep landscape, on the wet and round hillock,
And it seems to the marble profile when you raised an eyebrow.
19.06.