Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Гроза

On the wet sidewalks leaving
Traces of mysterious heels, I go
Barefoot, disheveled,
Slightly scared by the storm
And it's late afternoon, and it smells like a forest.

A girl was walking towards me, shaking off an umbrella,
And a respectable gentleman with a Great Dane for a walk ...
I don't want to go home, I'm full of peace
I shine like a light bulb with happiness in a dark alley!

How many thousands of years ago
Thunderstorms inhaling the smell, I am surprised:
Will my admiration never end?
And after listening to the answer - all the more I admire!