Текст песни Редкая птица - Вода слепого дождя

Vladimir Muromtsev

Sits alone on a hill , my sadness,
Golden Strings spins out of his hair .
Golden Strings spins out of his hair -
These strings as jet -blind rain .

It is water -blind rain on my lips ,
In the palms of my blind rain water .
This blind rain water on my cheeks ,
In the palms of my blind rain water .

That looks like a cloud, and you look like a morning dream .
I do not see you for an innocent game.
You wonder on the cards of love, you - the planet of miracles.
Lost rain , you forgot about it.

It is water -blind rain on my lips ,
In the palms of my blind rain water .
This blind rain water on my cheeks ,
In the palms of my blind rain water .

Harvest time , I go on the road loss
I did not pick up stones - so they are heavy .
Sits alone on a hill , my sadness,
I'm standing in the rain and under the rainbow - you .