Текст песни Алиса Черкасова - Весенний дождик

SPRING RAIN

The sun plays with the colors of flowers,
The wind breathes heat into the window
And calls to dance with him on the wings of spring.
But I mentioned that
How bright the rain goes,
And the crystal drops are like free streams!

Spring rain knocks on the glass,
Rainbow washes paint in the air
And he smiles at me through the window.

The silver eyes of this rain
They see everything, even my dream,
And I paint the day blue in the spring.
In the web of blue paths
The rain washes away flocks of birds
And looks from the dewdrops on a completely clean world.
December 05, 2006