Lyrics Игорь Корнелюк - чаю налей и окно заклей

Where is the mouth of our eyes and voices
 Where it is like a summer for a half-hour long
 All and at the rivers sung sands our steps
 Here in the puddles of the rubbish nothing

 Mammy, what about a little rain?
 Mammy little whether an umbrella with a hole
 Mammy is a little colder
 Do not pity the tea and the box of the stigma

 You remember how he called us that he promised
 There, the boy played ball and whipped
 Our year as a tetrad must be able to simply read
 There, each sheet in eight lines

 Mammy, what about a little rain?
 Mammy little whether an umbrella with a hole
 Mammy is a little colder
 Do not pity the tea and the box of the stigma

 Mammy, what about a little rain?
 Mammy little whether an umbrella with a hole
 Mammy is a little colder
 Do not pity the tea and the box of the stigma