Текст песни raindrop - poka est' vremya

ridiculous to write, while there is time,
is flashed downed knees
along the avenues, dressed in the summer,
warmed by pastel babble
very handy storm in mid-June
all that I have - it's youth
but I have to give her a gift. years,
homes and dates. memorable. marble.
obelisks sweet memories
empty pockets, silly ladies you.
city ​​gives me a head start for reform
in the heart. languid, again
Fires and lights do not go off piste faceless
do not go out and the eyes of those who are ill affection,
lepers in joy,
in infected immediately and sorrow and happiness,
we have
They do not go out, yes, but leave the ashes
of the flying that searching for your home,
dive straight into the fire, everywhere and forever superfluous,
that irrigate the bitter tears of black earth
hell, whatever you say, but I remember everything
dispose of his cross, as we know, is free
every man. and I will turn into a dagger
I name you to experience all the things that I once experienced