Текст песни Александр Фролов - Пасмурный день

[Music and text - Alexander Frolov]

It's a nasty day.
Bad weather in the shower.
City in the fog
How Madame is in negligee.
Raindrops
Drumatt on the roofs of houses.
People in cloaks
Mirrors of muddy puddh
Foot on your feet ...
Soul molders
Cast into bronze
Stand on empty areas ...

But the rain will end.
Sun as a cutter
Clouds will save
The city was washed face
I will turn to me
And I will smile then.
Like with an umbrella
What saved from the elements
Stricken I am with myself
Drops of melancholy
And then I will go nowhere,
Composing poems ...
(After the rain…)