Текст песни Мария Dara Усачёва - Эссе

He again wears a black cloak,
He takes her hand firmly in gray umbrella.
Outside, rain fall cry,
And the clouds float over the horizon.

Her soul is open to all winds
And the white coat as a sail.
It's not all night sleep -
By walking the blue skies.

Disgust he step over a puddle
And the move will accelerate - a great deal of cases.
She's loving will raise yellow leaf
Lost in thought, to miss a turn.

But at the point C - today fate
They, as if by chance, coincide:
And the sail-coat it slow running,
And all things have suddenly disappear.

It will take place, and does not appreciate the umbrella,
The one that brought him to Paris one.
But suddenly he sees on the pavement wet trail
And raise your head and will stand.

High gate, frost schitin
In the pockets of his hands, cold inside.
She's alive, she's all in the warmth of spring,
It is open to rain and love.

It touches the warm wave,
Its heat will melt her heart.
And he understands that it is forever -
And after her run through the puddles. (C) Maria Usacheva