Текст песни Николай Жаданов - Серебряный дождик

Silver rain in my hair
Cascading down Rosinka
And loose pearls melt in your hands,
Clinging to the ledge fingers .

As the face of weightless among the various wonders :
It seemed that I hold the diamond ,
And he looked up , cracked , faded ,
Split into thousands of rhinestones !

Silver rain in my hair
Flocked clear river
And, as if the veil of crystal becoming,
The world bends itself.

Diamond slurry passes rays
And bead - drop burning ,
And the rain glass song murmurs ,
Wearing a multi-colored outfit .

Words - Tatyana Antonova , music and performance - Nikolai Zhadanov