Текст песни Вячеслав Быков - Дождь поет о весне

Rain sings of spring
In the wind the strings tremble timidly
You quietly crying in his sleep
In reality everything is going slowly.

You just get out of the house
As you sit in a bus
You'll go a familiar route
There, where you have not been for a long time.
Again, remember ...

Rain, ah, this rain
He pours in the morning for no reason
Lies, all this is a lie
As if you did not curable.

You just get out of the house
As you sit in a bus
You'll go a familiar route
There, where you have not been for a long time.
Again, remember ...

So penetrates the heart
That gentle look of a stranger
But do not meet her shagnёsh
Only oglyanёshsya after her.

You just get out of the house
As you sit in a bus
You'll go a familiar route
There, where you have not been for a long time.
Again, remember ...

So penetrates the heart
That gentle look of a stranger
But do not meet her shagnёsh
Only oglyanёshsya after her.