Текст песни Макарова Александра - Дождь перешёл с тобой на

You told me about a dream,
In which the rain, covered in gray hair,
To put his glass.
In the dream, his learned you
He loves pounding rain umbrellas in -
After all, he joker.

Rain restless poet,
His vague silhouette
Appeared in the window.
He absolved,
And he read your poetry
Alone.

Rain rhyme sprinkled with tinsel,
His love "Hvanchkara"
You watered.
You shoulders wrapped in a fog,
Saw rhyming dope -
He was so drunk.

Rain moved with you "to you"
In the palm of your hand falls from a height
Eaves.
And you do not know, chudya
Under kisses rain
Just sleep.

And in the morning - all the glass in tears.
And the smell of the night in her hair
Greeted the dawn.
Are you a cup of coffee and a souffle
Rain wrote on the glass:
"Thank you."

You told me about a dream,
In which the rain, covered in gray hair,
To put his glass.