Текст песни Вячеслав Быков - Дождь поет о весне

Rain sings of spring
The wind timidly strings tremble
You quietly crying in his sleep
In reality everything is going slowly.

Just you go home
So just you sit in the bus
Familiar route you go
Go where you have not been for a long time .
Again, remember ...

Rain , ah, the rain
He pours in the morning for no reason
Lie, everything is a lie
If you are not curable.

Just you go home
So just you sit in the bus
Familiar route you go
Go where you have not been for a long time .
Again, remember ...

So penetrates the heart
The gentle look of a stranger
But not to meet her shagnёsh
Oglyanёshsya only after her.

Just you go home
So just you sit in the bus
Familiar route you go
Go where you have not been for a long time .
Again, remember ...

So penetrates the heart
The gentle look of a stranger
But not to meet her shagnёsh
Oglyanёshsya only after her.