Текст песни Кошак - Под проливным дождём

I compose a simple song
With spёrtym somewhere motive
I'll take rivet tekstik
Read his recitative

I say: Turn to better business
What it does not need nafig
What does all long been sung
I'll pretend that listen

And who is looking after me, frowning slightly
And draws a chalk on asphalt in the pouring rain
And all that remains is to go ahead
After all the back can hear the cries: we will not wait

And no strashneee prison,
The three known to me chords
Stretch a string of days
Again hooligans weather
And someone dances rich
Someone left forces.
And someone yells cheerlessly
Sitting dug graves

And the rain is still aptly
Climb into the soul
The windows rage branches
Do not know who to listen to and
Do not worry that go wrong.
Do not listen to what people think.
Do not yet svihnёshsya
And the rest was whether it would be

The moon will rise not ostalas..Solntse
From what is left is not only out of a sense of sadness
And someone draws a chalk ... rolivnym rain
Terribly thin line .... my way