Текст песни Лиля Брик - Я - Дождь

How little hate in you for noble
love for nonsense is always in excess you
and only beautiful flowers are withering
for uroda,
In your garden
There was no place.

And your lips are not sweet, but sour poison.
Taking bright-tears to give.
And the night will not be shorter from all your illusions.

And I'm not sweetering water
that saint
What came up with how you crawl
From his sweet fruit.
And never I'm getting tired
Remind you
About Me,
I will not get bored once again to stroke
Once again to hit.
And hide among the sobbing you
After all, I
like everyone else
I watch you even love you.

And I'm not alone.
I'll rain.