Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Призраки дождя

What do you think when
Drumming on the roofs of the drop,
Window glass streams
When running on the floors?

Whom do you remember,
When in the kitchen alone
Sit, shadows from the past
Surrounded by a ring of reproach?
What do you see? Whom are you silent?
In alarm iron sill
Knocking you, but you shut
The doors of the soul before the rain.
And there is the matter?
Heard you in it?

Words that did not,
Ile promises that are not kept to this day,
Night whisper "sorry"
Or maybe goodbye, and that you
The value must not then gave?
It is possible that the voice of the snake
Hisses you that you are tired,
And it's time to send everything to hell,
To sheathe the sword you own removed?

You do not have to answer, sorry.
I know all your answers.
After all, I'm sitting on a stool
On the contrary, as you are.