Текст песни Олег Городецкий - Зарисовка

Oleg Gorodetsky

It was raining and the city was reflected in the puddles,

The window lit up on the first floor ...

He appeared in the alley soon

In a soaking wet old coat.

He walked alone - spit on rain and puddles,

What a pity, the window did not shine for him.

He walked alone, and no one needed

He was at that time, apparently.

And it's so sad, walking through the alley,

Like drawing a line on a piece of paper,

His figure disappeared in the rain,

A piece of paper clutched in his hand.

Reaching the crossing on the avenue,

In the middle of the stairs he got up

And, unfolding the leaf, he was in the light

Once again I read myself.

Eager to drink a beer

And read poetry to someone

He leaned on the wet railing

For lack of a friendly hand ...