Lyrics Анна Герман - Дождик

The rain runs through the field -
Flexible, like a shoe.
Dances, sops, sparkles
The rain is a twig ...

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It smells gloomy, gloomy, it smells of winter, winter,
The wind twists, turns, buzzing.
Go out into the field, into the field, poke me
A silver sheaf of rain!

There is something blue in it,
He looks so much like you!
If you want, we'll run with you
Like as a child in this rain?

Chorus.

I want to keep in my hands
A trembling tuft of water,
Like a handful of river
Spring cleanliness!

Chorus.