Текст песни Алла Пугачева - В Петербурге Гроза

Don't you listen that rain
A deceiving whispers about me
And don't believe like thunder
Knows something indecent about us.
He is only an echo of a thunderstorm,
Leaving lazily and insinuatingly,
And the thunderstorm outside the window -
Just an old virgin two-faced.

You don't believe the clouds
Above flying from the north
Don't look out the window
To the frightening brilliance of electricity.
You don't believe in the dark
The fragrance of fragrant clover
You feel me
In a burning moment of loneliness.

There is a thunderstorm in Petersburg today,
A tear froze on my eyelashes
You are my dear, dear man,
We part as if for a century.
We part as if for a century
Snow is falling quietly on my soul
You do not wait for my calls anymore
It's raining in St. Petersburg today.

To the scandalous thunder
Under the lightning bloody scarlet
You think about
What insomnia told you.
Sit and cry in the dark
Like a little girl
To the booming thunder
That the window is unsolicited breaking.

You think about
That the rains on the planet are not eternal
There will be a moon again
From the good weather a little drunk.
A thunderstorm outside the window
As a phenomenon so fleeting
Believe me, all over again
As always, it starts anew.

There is a thunderstorm in Petersburg today,
A tear froze on my eyelashes
You are my dear, dear man,
We part as if for a century.
Parting like forever
Snow is falling quietly on my soul
You do not wait for my calls anymore
It's raining in St. Petersburg today.