Текст песни Седьмой Континент - Закапал дождь

Dripped rain,
              Yellowed leaves
I see it all
 In the wet window.
Someone nice
 Someone hurt
And maybe someone
 There will come to me.

A rain closes all the doors,
  But open umbrellas.
You are the best,
  The best you.
Whence this opinion
  Why the hell all the climbs.
To prevent a hangover?
  My free of wet brain.

But the song you are not correct
  A mistake in something else
And you can not make cry
  Silence.
And if you ask me
  Not about this, but the other,
About that, what is hard to say
  I will answer:
             P.S.

Dripped rain, yellowed leaves,
I see all this in the wet box.
Someone nice, someone hurt
And maybe someone will come to me.