Rain knocking on the window , as if asking to log in
If it asks me for something to forgive .
Tears running down his cheek, glass ,
well, I scored his last shtaket .
Your last glass I finished today ,
And forget that once someone loved.
I killed myself in all, now it is small -
kill yourself at all I just left.
Well, the rain will also knock on the window ,
leaving behind a thin glass wall ..
I will go with him , leaving puddles and slush,
tears of the people who are going to cry ..
And knocked on the window on the fifth floor ,
rain will tell you that I do not already ..
And maybe then you will finally understand everything ,
but I already pass ,
pass as this rain ..
I'll knock and ask you,
I'm going to make noise in the drainpipe .
And crying from the unbearable anguish ,
on the muddy water I will leave circles.
I'm going to run off the roofs of high buildings
hundreds of times dying for a great love .
And each time breaking against the wet asphalt, ..
But hardly anyone I would be a pity .
After all, no one will know my face ,
And in wet eyes will not read anything ..
light , which you'll do not you love ,
Well now .. already forgotten altogether .
You did not hear me when I say ,
And even if I repeat a few times ,
You're all the same and you will not hear
as always you do not understand ..
Still .. I'm now just rain ..
In autumn , the day of our first meeting
I silently cry on your shoulders ,
but again and you hide yourself under an umbrella ,
Oh yeah, I regret that I was the rain ..
And I will turn into an evil heavy downpour ,
the thought that you are so nasty.
Well, you once again will not understand anything .
Look, I love you! ..I - Rain .