Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Под зонтами.

Our souls are under umbrellas,
Remember how we discovered the keys,
Some doors, some castles,
And once again stood under umbrellas, you and me.

Our hearts are under umbrellas,
Let's get wet in the evenings,
Let's not about pity or sorrow,
Let's not about who we have become,
When we are not under umbrellas.

Our hands were holding an umbrella,
Gusts of wind, rain, if we went to the front,
Run away? You want,
But there is no key people who you ask.

Where are you going?
Ah yes, the sun came out, and spring flowers in bloom,
And you disappeared, with the clouds of steam,
Because the rain was just you and an umbrella you held me.