Текст песни Валентина Толкунова - Я на Арбате продаю дожди

Music by Andrew Ktitarev
Lyrics by Karina Filippova

And I want to rain on Arbat INCLUDING,
I want to, and laughing all the rainfall okachu,
I want to cleanse and old tracks
Streams of silver water.
Want Want want!

Today you do not expect me home -
I sell on Arbat rains.
I command the clouds move
Arbat and cheerful eccentrics.

Today you do not expect me home -
I sell on Arbat rains.
I command the clouds move
Arbat and cheerful eccentrics, oddballs.

Velu passers-change path,
Velu to happiness by foolish not to go.
And reveals a couple of umbrellas -
So it will be easier to go to you, on you, on you, on you.

Today you do not expect me home -
I sell on Arbat rains.
I command the clouds move
Arbat and cheerful eccentrics.

Today you do not expect me home -
I sell on Arbat rains.
I command the clouds move
Arbat and cheerful eccentrics, oddballs.

And that, itself to the skin wet -
This, I'm sorry, say nothing.
And secret tears traces of flammable
Mixed with water flows,
Mixed with water streams.

On the Arbat at Arbat
All the rain, imagine the way.
So you did not expect -
I sell rains.

On the Arbat at Arbat
All the rain, imagine the way.
So you did not expect -
I sell rains.