Текст песни Игорь Григорьев - Я нужен этому дождю

I want it to rain,
Impatiently outside,
We too are soul mates,
Do not go, I go.

 Hi Custodian of Winter!
 Let's embrace to embrace!
 And people will say: "This is - the brothers."
 And we say: "Yes, it's - we."

Where to go - no question,
When stash have ideas.
Only umbrella promёrzshey bag
Sadly, in a wet dog booth.

 Catching heavenly vine,
 I swallow bunches of ripe drops
 It is not true, I have not washed down with melancholy:
 I tasted a thunderstorm.

And busily, leisurely,
The soul under his jacket to soak
And the gray scale peels,
Rustling washcloth rain.

 And my friend, Dozhdem
 Carelessly slap in the puddles,
 We then fly, then we go
 And most of us do not need anyone!

And in spite of the storm,
Wind and rumors,
Shining drop on the nose,
As the light bulb on the Christmas tree.

 He is without me little rain,
 And boring, slushy, awkward ...
 Let naughty shiver
 I will go back as sgorki!

And I do not want to think,
What elated - but unarmed -
I do not need nobody has:
I am needed
This rain.