Текст песни Александр Палей - Вальс в ритме дождя

The author's lyrics:

There will be no sun - wait, don't wait
it rains for the third week,
third week our route
with good weather apart.
As if from small, small sieves,
third week drizzling.
So that our fire does not go out,
throw up the branches.

Friends sleep in wet tents
only the attendants cannot sleep.
The pines sway in the dark
like an organ humming.
And neither sit nor lie down by the fire, -
how the rain will not get tired!
Listen, let's go waltz
to the rhythm of the rain.

No starlight is visible in the sky
there is not even a gap in the sky,
and not parquet underfoot,
but mostly water.
But it warms us now
this funny and strange waltz,
and despite everything it burns
our star!

Additional, "folk" verse

Tomorrow we are again on the distant path.
Don't forget this song
And pass it on to your friends
Just as I remember myself.
Our backpacks are collected,
Stretching stronger than the straps,
Again we will be flogged with rain
Like a roll