Текст песни Зоя Ященко - Дождь

As if all the tears of autumn
Wants to cry the sky.
Compresses chestnut brown
In the palm of your hand is young Hebe.
The umbrella hangs over the bangs
Like a hungry black kite.
And the one who plays the part of the wind
For some reason I turned on the distortion.

Shoes don't feel my feet today
They wander through bottomless puddles.
A leaf fell from a swollen branch
And doomedly circles.
A scarf wrapped around a sore throat
Curled up as a live boa constrictor.
As if all the tears of autumn
Hot lava in my throat.

And something is not visible to the cabbies
In this haughty century
Rain beats on dirty hoods
And beats in concrete cages.
Hebe squeezes a chestnut in his hand,
Quiet, not alive.
And the one who has not called for a week,
I left by this tram.