Текст песни Г.Дикштейн - Если косы дождей...

If the spit of rain a century unwinds and twirls,
over the sodden ground chilly sky for a long time,
Come to me, sing good songs and believe - |
there is love and hope, and the third is not given to us. |2 P.

Not terribly long time to leave the familiar walls -
if nearby friends, where we will not it matter?
Our souls are reliable, durable associate bridges |
of love and trust, and the third we are not given. |2 P.

But if, on this planet anything can happen,
Fire and smoke hearts hot and dark,
once to die, but would live trees and birds |
there is love and freedom, and the third is not given to us. |2 P.

If the spit of rain a century unwinds and twirls,
over the sodden ground chilly sky for a long time,
Come to me, sing good songs and believe - |
there is love and hope, and the third is not given to us. |2 P.