Текст песни Pavelsky - Дождь

I like the face of the rain in my window,
I love to listen to the music of the droplets,
When I still forget who I am and where I am.
I forget, scoring on my ideas.

Windwheel resembles breathing.
Silent moan, I accept his knowledge.
Everything is almost over ... Another moment:
I'm trying to watch, I strain my eyesight.

I peel out the window - on the face of bewilderment:
The man goes under the shower, too me a genius!
I shouted in the hearts: "Where are you going a traveler?
I want to know why you break through the darkness? "

He turned around, you know, ambiguously,
And I saw an acquaintance to pain:
Faceless reflection of my soul
Every time he opened his heart the floors.

I looked into the void and found semantic phrases.
He studied everything to understand right away, with a half,
But it was not so calmed as I would like
Burned, did not leave the bridges ...

Beauty remnants echoed with passion,
Mad, just not at all that suit.
The picture of the revenge was lubricated,
Giving me all new misfortunes.

And I wanted to stop, throw off the shackles,
I so wanted a sip of pure water.
And now the moment of truth - I have been waiting for him for a long time.
It remains only to go into the stream of rain.

I like the wall of the rain in my window.
I love to listen to the music of the droplets,
When I still hear the call, I go after him.
The door is open, I forget my dreams.