Lyrics Дарья Марлынова - Колыбельная с четырьмя дождями.

Rain pours on passers-by,
it drizzles through the windows ...
My boy falls asleep,
but still not sleeping:
- Mom, tell me about the rain! .....

And I quietly sing to my son
in the afternoon and under the moon ...
Rain is yellow,
blue, gray, blue.
Blue, he is the kindest,
flowers bloom with him
Blue is not for long,
he has been waiting for a long time!

And summer evening comes,
the bumblebee in the grass is buzzing
And fly to the ground to meet -
blue rains.
Blue rain will color the plums
in your garden
Blue rain - he is the strongest,
grow from it! ...

Autumn lake cool,
maple ozolotit.
In September, people come to
yellow rains ...
Yellow rain will stretch hands
to that fate and to that ...
Yellow rain -
he ... for separation,
He is not yours yet! ..

/ mother, are there black rains? /

And I quietly sing to my son
in the afternoon and under the moon.
Rain is yellow, blue,
gray, blue ...
Sleep my son come to people
different rains
only ... black rain ... will not
on your way! ...
I believe black rain will not
on your way! .....