Текст песни Патоцкий - Кто тебя придумал серый,серый дождь

Someone you thought gray gray rain!
Once again, the lane you sad bredёsh
Who came up with you very-very strange day
Rainy Monday knocking at your door

Chorus: (lower tone.)
And quietly tears streaming rain on glass
But in your house someone let the blind trouble
That trouble stubbornly goes for you
And calls you and is calling on an unequal battle

Boredom dense with wind and rain
And with a searing anguish that came into your house
Once again, you build the castle somewhere, somewhere in the heavens
And you run to you, forgetting trouble and fear

Chorus: (lower tone.)
And quietly tears streaming rain on glass
But in your house someone let the blind trouble
That trouble stubbornly goes for you
And calls you and is calling on an unequal battle

loss

Someone you thought gray gray rain!
Once again, the lane you sad bredёsh
Who came up with you very-very strange day
Dreary Monday knocking at your door

Chorus: (lower tone.)
And quietly tears streaming rain on glass
But in your house someone let the blind trouble
That trouble stubbornly goes for you
And calls you and is calling on an unequal battle