Текст песни В. Шаинский - Дождь пойдёт по улице

A cloud frowns in the sky, thunder will break out soon.
It will rain down the street with a tin bucket.
Water droplets will clatter on the bottom.
Thin necks will stretch the flowers.

The porch will sing with a gorlinka, an oriole.
The willow basket has a wet face.
The sun will dry the tears, the distance will become clear.
Spring came to us in an embroidered dress.

And the twilight will come - the month will float.
Silence will come from the fog in the shoes.
The cat's light will come on under the ladder.
It is a pity that there is no continuation of our song.