Текст песни Пелымский - Бейкер-стрит

Grasping raindrops on the fly
 we believed in this game.
 I believed, I love,
 you believed, you love,
 I remember everything well,
 you will forget everything well ..
 The smells of our summer,
 blithely blossoming somewhere
 between the tenth line
 your diaries
 splinters of correct words.
 For you it was love,
 for me, stigmata.
 In my poems appeared mats,
 on my hands scars
 after that summer.
 It's because of your departure.
 By airplanes to London-memory
 rains to Odessa-points.
 Fool, I tried to force
 About you do not write a single line.
 Mainly cigarette smoke
 clogging the lungs urgently
 every aircraft is named after you
 accidentally, inadvertently
 continuing to remember
 and know,
 that soon summer
 soon you will remember this
 and in the yellowed old envelope
 you will find here this verse,
 written in a child's handwriting,
 about the fact that our rain has long ceased,
 but I still remember.
 And you will smile,
 and the sun will shine brighter,
 playing with your gray locks
 at noon on Baker Street.