Текст песни Random emotions - Коллекционер дождя

My gifts, the strength is already running out
It would seem like, no one leaves,
But no one meets,
God only knows that this happens.

There are no cities or countries between us
No subway, no heat,
In my opinion there is nothing between us,
But I want to be with you, to meet the dawn.

On paper there will be a new line,
It's like I'm hanging up a little,
Like again on the same cells
We sit, saving ourselves with pills.

Soothing does not take long,
Yes, there really is not the first year,
The world teaches us to get used to real tin,
And write only sad songs.

And write only sad songs.

Every morning of a new day
I become a collector of rain.
So every morning, every dawn
In fact except for a rain, at me anything is not present.

I have nothing.

And maybe everything is completely different,
And in vain I, in general, it all began,
I love you, you mean a lot,
Sometimes you can cry, sometimes.

Experiencing when you have a cold,
You talk, listen to you,
To wait for you and to be late for you
And then, without stopping, say something.

Or sitting at night on the parapet,
Hugging you to look at the stars, AND
To wrap yourself in your hair,
Enjoying your voice.

On paper, write new lines,
Hiding hearts from you in leaves,
And count the time, treasure every second,
Being happy is not so difficult.