Текст песни Владимир Туриянский - Косые дожди

Slightly hear mumbles guitar bass,
And moisture in the glass slowly tremble.
Listen, buddy, like in a gray fog
Rustle on asphalt oblique rains.

We will drink for those who are wandering in bad weather,
So that matches do not flick, the fire is not ugas,
Let them star illuminates the road
In the deaf, uncomfortable midnight hour.

Hope more than once we will cruelly deceive,
What is the sensible to guess what awaits us ahead?
Listen, buddy, like in a gray fog
Ruff on asphalt oblique rains ...