Текст песни Сплин - Гроза

The rain was not a bit sorry
For wet face
I saw a blimp in the sky -
cloud lead
I threw back his head
And I saw the lightning
From the sky to the end!

Forget the smell of fresh roses
And kiss the moon,
Today is a holiday in May thunderstorms
And Satan's ball ,
All on a ship sailing in the storm
From the pier where you hear
The sound of a broken string !

On the grapevine
Water brings a shiver ,
The palate begged tear
You will not get the rain ,
I know - I will go in the storm
Only sky lightning cut the cloth knife !