Текст песни Алла Пугачева - В Петербурге сегодня дожди

You do not listen to the rain
About me whispers deceptive
And do not believe that thunder
He knows something about us indecent.
It is only an echo of thunderstorms,
Lazy and ingratiating,
A thunderstorm outside the window -
Just an old maid of two faces.

You do not believe the clouds
Flying high from the north
Do not look out the window
On the frightening brilliance of electricity.
Don't believe in the dark
Aroma of fragrant clover
You feel me
In the burning moment of loneliness.

In Petersburg today is a thunderstorm,
A tears on her eyelashes
You are my dear, dear person,
Separate as if forever.
Breaking up like a century
At the shower the snow falls quietly
You do not wait for my calls,
In Petersburg today it rains.

Under the scandalous thunder,
Under the light bloody scarlet,
Think about that
What did insomnia tell you?
Sit down and cry in the dark
Like a little girl,
Under the rolling thunder,
That window uninvited breaks.

Think about that
That the rains on the planet are not eternal,
Will be the moon again
From the good weather a little drunk.
A thunderstorm outside the window,
As a phenomenon as fleeting,
Believe me, everything again
As always, it starts anew.

In Petersburg today is a thunderstorm,
A tears on her eyelashes
You are my dear, dear person,
Separate as if forever.
Breaking up like a century
At the shower the snow falls quietly
You do not wait for my calls,
In Petersburg today it rains.