Текст песни Александр Фролов - Пасмурный день

[Music and lyrics - Alexander Frolov]

It's a nasty day.
Bad weather in the shower.
City in fog
Like a madame in a negligee.
Raindrops
Drumming on the rooftops.
People in raincoats
Mirrors of muddy puddles
Trample underfoot ...
Lords of souls
Cast in bronze
They are standing in empty squares ...

But the rain will end.
The sun is like a cutter
He will spread the clouds
City washed face
Will turn to me
And then it will smile at me.
Like an umbrella
That saved from the elements,
I'll shake off myself
Drops of melancholy
And then I'll go nowhere
Writing poetry ...
(After the rain…)