Текст песни Deadушки - Янис

Deadushki - Janis

Sitting at the counter of a night cafe I warm cognac in my palms
Watching a small car hit the rain wall
Hiding from the eyes of the ubiquitous water behind an unreliable wall
I hear her quiet song beckon me
I think it's rain, I think rain
Will not wash the foam of soap operas from the eyes of asleep houses

One hundred thousand long moons drops knock on glass
As if trying to calculate how much water has leaked
One hundred thousand ancient faces they pull
One hundred thousand blank pages carried away by water
I think it's rain, I think rain
Will not wash the foam of soap operas from the eyes of asleep houses