Рина Морана - В переулке бессонных дождей - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Reads Rina Moran.

In the lane of sleepless rains among rivers of despair and sorrow

We are not at all for a moment, for the rest of our lives, perhaps, searched.

Drops from umbrellas fell everywhere and knocking, knocking, knocking ...

People walked without raising their heads, at birth they predicted:

Nipples, cubes, sliders, first step, and then a fall,

Letters, lines, examples, points, tears, poems,

Two loves, a couple of dreams, clumsy kisses,

Infinity of exams, the notorious "head from the shoulders",

Someone's first "I'm jealous."

And then work, family, either with love, or as it turned out.

Either you need to scream "Hurray!", Either to utter "did not work out."

It did not work out, at least a plan was fulfilled that was issued even at birth.

Drops from umbrellas fall and knock, knock on it, knock on it,

In the lane of sleepless rains, it is quite simple to get lost, so the next time look, I will be with a bear and a yellow nipple. Let us meet before the dawn of our youth, at the very beginning. Do you promise? I promise.

© Copyright: Rina Morana, 2014

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