Текст песни Влад Павлецов - Наедине с дождём

Draws rain on puddles endless zeros ...
With a wet glove, knocking on the window,
He poured me a glass of melancholy to the brim.
Well ... For a meeting you can ... Little by little ...
Drop by drop for the coming day, drop by drop, yesterday,
And the third toast to those who are already gone ...
We will sit all night with him until morning
And maybe we will make friends by dawn.

          Tired leaf
          Dropped down -
          Not my whim
          And autumn breath.
          And again, as in the school of children
          I repeat in a row which time:
          "A sad time, eyes of charm ..."

Then I'll take the guitar and gently sing it
One of his saddest songs.
The rain will cry silently, as it should rain
Curtain tearing a crystal window.
The rain will not tell where he was, in what parts he wandered,
He knocked on the windows to which poets,
On the strings of whose soul he silently shed tears
Perhaps the same until dawn.

          Tired leaf
          Dropped down -
          Not my whim
          And autumn breath.
          And again, as in the school of children
          I repeat in a row which time:
          "A sad time, eyes of charm ..."

Drop by drop for love, drop by drop for beauty ...
With rain, drinking sadness is much more interesting!
Is able to listen to rain, and I can barely hear
A poem for a new song.
Dopit in half to the bottom nightly dreary captivity.
Saying goodbye, the drinking companion-rain will write
For this new song of mine, notes on glass,
Glove wet to the beat of knocking on the roof.

          Tired leaf
          Dropped down -
          Not my whim
          And autumn breath.
          And again, as in the school of children
          I repeat in a row which time:
          "A sad time, eyes of charm ..."

Charm of the eyes, sad time ...