Текст песни Александр Непомнящий - Вдогонку за дождем

Foolish children, half-winged people
Do not get to the midnight sky.
Wait.
Maybe it will rain.
To sedge into the soul pure song,
Barefoot under the rain. And rise again.
Live.
Let the pupils all the same night.

After knocking out the doors, escape from the basement on the grass
A blade of funny love.
Beads and a little heat,
To bear-carry
Either way, or maybe a cross
On the way to nowhere
There after the rain.

We'll spend the night on the wet roof.
The city cringes below, we will be higher.
Sing it.
On the ground so not to be able to.

Smoke a little.
Look, at hand - the railing.
We broke free.
Let behind, cut off, cooled down.
All.
Down, slipping, death died.

On the stairs between the stars
We were far away,
Only points through the sight.
Walls and words were silent.
They can not catch us anymore,
With their lifelong longing,
With their bored longing,
With their eternally right anguish.
On the way to nowhere
There after the rain.

She practiced the steppe with ridiculous languages.
Only birds for some reason did not laugh.
Pain.
Nervous talc of hospital hands.

Amnesia of not covered dreams.
Shut the eyelids.
Try to escape. Return.
Ringing.
Six in the morning, it's time to circle.

In the tap is bleached water.
The ceilings are nitro-enamel.
But the future is not.
Break off and wake up.
Break off and be quiet.
And hammer the door with nails.
The pointer on the way is white chalk across.
What do you want to choose.
White chalk across -
On the road to nowhere,
There after the rain,
There after the rain ...