Шум дождя - Гроза - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Here have come such summer rains that have not seen in the mountains for many, many years. For three months, clouds and fog filled with moisture were enveloped in the valley; The constant inexorable rain was interrupted by a downhill with a thunderstorm, and at the end of one thunderstorm, another flew.

All this time, Bhagat heard only the noise of a million drops of water: it poured from the trees, ran under his feet on the ground, leaked through the needles of pines, fell with drops from the leaves of wet fern, rushed along the newly muddy rusals. Then the sun came out and the aroma of deodars and rhododendrons spilled; The air also felt a pure smell, which the highlanders called the "fragrance of snow."

Kipling R. D.

Mowgli

The second book of the jungle

Miracle Purun Bhagata