Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Дождь над Медведицей

Because of the mountains, because of the distant bumps
The wind drove the clouds from the north.
Thunder roars the fifth day in all its might,
Over the river Medveditsa - rain.

In vain me, rain, you drive home -
I'll squeeze you into the thread.
I know, not water from the clouds -
These are the tears of the Don Cossacks:

With Solovkov, from the cold taiga,
From the dank bogs.
Suddenly they got up and
Again came light

On a visit to the native river,
To her with sweat
To visit the quiet Don ...

In each drop - great-grandmothers, fathers
About the forgotten sing the genocide,
About the car, about the autumn fog,
About Lienz and the cocked gun

In the wet mist,
Death in a broken window,
Icy seas,
Camps, camps ...

Who on you screamed? Who and where? -
Only the rain on the evening water.
And hundreds of rainbows are colorful around
In his name is half-bred, half-circle.

In the gray sky the sunset is like a lamp,
The sun looks at us.
How many of you?
Well, when will you, rain, pass?
Well, you only poke, you just poke ...

Because of the mountains, because of the distant bumps
The wind drove the clouds from the north.
Thunder roars the fifth day in all its might,
Over the river Medveditsa - rain ...