Текст песни Лиля Брик - Я - Дождь

How little hate you for the noble,
love for stupidity is always in excess of you,
and wither just beautiful flowers,
for the monster,
in your garden
no place.

And your lips are not sweet, but sour poison.
Having bright - tears to give.
And the night will not be shorter than all your illusions.

And I'm not sweet water
of the Holy,
that figured out how you're going to crawl
from its sweet fruit.
And I never get tired
remind you
About Me,
I do not get tired of pat once again,
once again hit.
And hide among you crying,
because I
like every living,
I look at you more you love.

And I'm not alone.
I - Rain.