Текст песни Анна ПЕтряшева - Человек под дождём

Drops the sky on the rain asphalt -

On the city of autumn again tears pours.

On the puddles, his shoes slip,

But it is not in a hurry to open an old umbrella.



Wet cloak, like a pair of brigantines,

Swing in the wind, carries ahead.

On the puddles, his shoes slip,

He does not need an umbrella at all.



Chorus: And the rain walks down the street,

In the streams flock on the pavement ...

And he shines from joy,

Funny passersby urban.



Tell me, passersby, what caught with you?

What changed so in your destiny?

Perhaps you laugh with that love

What so suddenly met in life?



And you hurry to meet happiness boldly!

Let autumn cries the torrential rain!

Let all wet: Well, isn't it?!?

After all, the heart burns the fire! ..