Текст песни Владимир Кузьмин - Дождь за окном

Pounding rain on my window,
Talk to me like.
He probably still,
What I have so much to do.
I can not hear the words, but on the spring
I knock on the glass, as he could ...
He seemed out of the past days,
Although the rain was usual.

Rain outside the window
I learned that I am sick of separation.
Rain outside the window
She cries every day ...
Rain outside the window
The fact that it was, reminded me ...
Where rain out?
And crying outside
Rain outside the window…

His figure is not given to me.
It is one thing, I - on the other.
Knocking rain on my window,
And the tears flow behind the glass.
He said the rain that I'm cheerful.
Sadness and crying no reason
What's waiting for me, my friends ...
And I ask - should break off.

Rain outside the window
I learned that I am sick of separation.
Rain outside the window
She cries every day ...
Rain outside the window
The fact that it was, reminded me ...
Where rain out?
And crying outside
Rain outside the window…