Текст песни Александр Затевалов - Обилие дождей

[Am] abundance [Em] rain [Am] tears at the [Em] wind
[G] SILVER thread in [Dm] ridiculed the garden
Combed grass slicked road
Winter waits silver road trample feet
Silent dead of night , dancing leaves down
Benches dampen the rain and the wind moans like a whistle
In ridiculed ridiculous love garden
Play once a year in a variety of gardens
Laugh branches over again fervent gardens
Blush on confessions ridiculous verses
But the rain will wash away the traces of forgotten words
And silver snow cover all winter