Текст песни Николай Камелин и Дмитрий Спиридонов - Блюз дождя

The city in the water, its streams are everywhere -
Dirty roofs, wet walls of houses.
People are coming, people are running
People look for their fate and do not find.

Rain sound, hour of rain
You hear the streams of water - it's me.

Rain drops beat on the glass
It seems to me this city will go to the bottom
I'll drown, I'll drown
As if a heavy cobblestone will go to the bottom.

The sound of rain, the hour of rain.
You hear the streams of water - it's me

Two music lines-little ones
Old cassette tape recorder
Three seeds from the basement
A guitar with a rolled vulture.

They compose a song
They see a world that is not
They spend time
And this song will return many years later.

The city in the water, its streams are everywhere -
Dirty roofs, wet walls of houses.
People are coming, people are running
People look for their fate and do not find.