At time it seems to us, that the world has gone mad
Also happiness hands on hair.
And when have raised bridges, steel dreams to become a star
Inhaling fires of crossroads.
Дожди бегут по окнам, по крышам
Ты слышишь, ты слышишь
Я не приду.
Rains run on windows, on roofs
You hear, you hear
I shall not come.
But a star to us to not reach, when soul and heart cry
When by one surf to not be rescued
I leave this fight to you, this fear will cover the world
With pitch and rains cannot touch us.
Rains
© Copyright: Константин Ярославцев, 2008
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