Текст песни Настя Спайс - Бьется душа в закрытое окно

Beating rain in closed my window ,
If it wants to - something to tell .
Fingers beating rain on the glass ,
Makes with him not to sleep .

Pour streams , like the soul,
Not caresses a late sleep.
Brings in the familiar semi-darkness ,
When - is a favorite chanson.

Parted tear-stained window
I remember the thrill of a light source.
And recognition of his love ...
Acrid smell of chrysanthemums around.

That night, not sleep with the rain ,
Will long stand at the window .
I do not will warm a bed ,
Happiness in my thoughts return back the ...