Текст песни Ибрагим Костоев - За окном барабанит дождь

Em Am
Outside, the rain drumming
  H7 Em
B the room we dvoem
In this room we dvoem
Let us listen to crying rain

E Am
You're not going home tonight
D G
You will tell my mother: "I do not expect"
C Am
Outside, the rain drumming
H7 Em
But the rain is all the verses

And when you recite the verses
You stacked on the bed
Will lips whisper Thrust
There will be hands caress me

You're not going home tonight
You will tell my mother: "I do not expect"
And beat the clock on the wall
An hour of your feminine destiny

And in the morning out of bed a little paste
Poprovlyaya silk on the chest
Quietly say go home
And I reply quietly go

And then you'll understand silly
What was I do not need
And cry damn rain
Oh, why I did not go home