Текст песни Петряшева Анна - Человек под дождём-

words and music Anna Petryseva

1. Rhines the sky on the asphalt of the rain, -
In the city of autumn again tears pours.
On the puddles they split his shoes,
But it is not in a hurry to open an old umbrella.
Wet cloak, like a pair of brigantine,
Swing in the wind, carries ahead.
On the puddles they split his shoes,
He does not need an umbrella.

Chorus: And the rain walks down the street,
In the streams flock on the pavement ...
And he shines from joy,
Funny passersby urban.

2. Tell me, passersby, what caught with you?
What has changed so in your sentiment?
Perhaps you glow like that love
What in life so suddenly met you?
And you hurry to meet happiness boldly, -
Let autumn cries the torrential rain!
Let all wet: Well, isn't it about it?!?
After all, the heart burns the fire!

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