Текст песни Куликов Сергей - Вальс в ритме дождя

Poems and music: Naum Grigorievich Lisitsa

There will be no sun, wait - don't wait
It rains for the third week.
The third week is our route,
With good weather apart.
As if from small, small sieves,
It's drizzling for the third week.
So that our fire does not go out,
Throw some branches.

Friends sleep in wet tents
Only the attendants cannot sleep,
The pines sway in the night
Like a trumpeting organ.
And y do not sit down, do not lie down,
How the rain does not get tired to flow.
Listen, let's dance the waltz
To the rhythm of the rain.

No starlight is visible in the sky
There is not even a gap in the sky.
And it's not parquet underfoot,
And mainly water.
But it warms us now,
This funny and strange waltz
And in spite of everything it burns
Our star.

Tomorrow we are on a long journey again,
Don't forget this song
And pass it on to your friends
Just as I remember myself.
Collected our backpacks
The straps are tightened tighter,
Again the rain will hit us,
Like buckshot.