Текст песни Екатерина Болдырева - Сезон дождей

My dear friend
Streams of water bombardiruesh you mercilessly my house
My old house
Frowned drainpipes, but it's not in it
Like houses
As the pipes were scattered it is not what it was rain
So people
According to the veins running away is not what
What gullible heart remembers

 
Rain
It rains, rains, rains no end in sight
My dear friend
By what are you strange, unearthly seemed environment
When a thread
Cold kisses raspalёnnogo concerned persons
And hands and feet
Love weary, but who wish to
Run and beat his hands with joy.

Rain
How with you to run, fly, dream, lyubilos
sense
Nothing is achieved. On that same ability?
Rain
You - all that was left, the last bit, fatigue
Long
Drumming on the roof of the fractional.

This is a pedestrian
Wanders, dull splashing through puddles from a great mind
He - a citizen
Any event, not the rainy season
And it never occurred
That the cool embrace of these - not prison
What does all - movie
A wise director started a change of scenery
And he nods wearily

 
His movie
Of course, something we must and something free
And plead
About small favors its not worth it, for sure
Finally
For each actor relies a little spring
For those rains
For the white snow, which all come
Be sure and soon

Rain
How with you to run, fly, dream, lyubilos
sense
Nothing is achieved. I have lived quietly
Rain
You're all that's left, the last bit, fatigue
Long
Drumming on the roof. Sing to me

 
Rain
How to run with you?
Long.