Текст песни Екатерина Болдырева - Сезон дождей

My dear friend
You bombard the streams of water, you mercilessly my house
My old house
Frowned with a pipe drainage, but it's not about it
Like houses
It’s not at all that it was rain.
So in people
It’s not at all that the veins scatter
That the heart of the gullible remembers


Rain
Rains, rainy season, rain is not visible
My dear friend
What a strange thing you seemed to be an environment seemed like an environment
When a stream
Cold kisses of the steamed face touched the face
Both hands and legs
The love of tired, but those who wish
Run and beat in the palm of your hand with happiness.

Rain
How to run with you, flying, dreaming, loved
No avail
I have not achieved anything. What is capable of?
Rain
You are all that remains, the last little, fatigue
For a long time
You drum on the roof fractionally.

Here is a pedestrian
Wanders, dullly slapping in puddles from a big mind
He is a citizen
Some kind of event, and not at all a season of rain
And it is not incident to him
That these cold hugs are by no means a prison
That everything is a movie
And the wise director started a change of scenery
And nods tiredly


His movie
Of course, we owe something to something free
And beg
It is not worth it about minor overpasses, for sure
Finally
After all, each actor is supposed to a little spring
For those rains
For the white snow with which the queue will come
Perhaps and soon

Rain
How to run with you, flying, dreaming, loved
No avail
I have not achieved anything. I would live calmly
Rain
You are all that is left, the last little, fatigue
For a long time
You drum on the roof. Fill me


Rain
How to run with you?
For a long time.