Текст песни 1398.Игорь Набоких - Дождь

Rain - Igor Nabokikh
City at dusk wanders ringing.
Come rain. The agony of the day
Wet city does not see his face,
For he hides his eyes mist.
The rain did not say anything and was crying.
The rain did not say anything and was crying.

People run from crystal water obediently.
Close the window as of trouble,
And perhaps one person will have a look with indifference.
Rain, it seems: tired of himself
Like a rose bush that no wild roses looms.
The rain did not say anything and was crying.
The rain did not say anything and was crying.

Perhaps looking at the mountain people, he tears pouring.
Or he remembered subtle ploys of the evening,
Cloth weaves us joy.
Or seeing that people are not up to it,
He mourns the inheritance, which he designed
The rain did not say anything and was crying.
The rain did not say anything and was crying.

Above the sound of a wet afternoon melodies pure
Flies with a silvery rain.
Enchanted ringing it,
City night swims blindly.
The rain did not say anything and was crying.
The rain did not say anything and was crying.