Текст песни Масть - Вода на стекле

Water on glass

In the city of rain. For a summer
This rain all people as one.
We drink wine and smoke cigarettes,
Faithfully waiting, again, something we wait.

He writes a letter to the water glass:
Open your window!
Sky wants so much to you and to me,
But we will not get wet!

The thunder of the city. Playing a fresh breeze
And under the umbrella more comfortable together.
Either south or maybe to the north
In your world, and maybe mine.

He writes a letter to the water glass:
Open your window!
Sky wants so much to you and to me,
But we will not get wet!

New storyline and new characters.
Drops of water on grass honk.
The sun is in you, and the sun on T-shirts.
The purer and cleaner around the soul.

He writes a letter to the water glass:
Open your window!
Sky wants so much to you and to me,
But we will not get wet.