STASYA - Дождь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Rain ... I love rain ... it allows you to understand a lot and goes exactly when it is necessary ... warm soft, affectionate jets of water, washing all the dirt, all the cares that free, but the water is released ... with silver threads, water falls from the sky as if someone is crying there, mourn with you ... or hard, cool, naughty, whipping whips of drops, knocking out of you all feelings, all emotions that make you think only about the most important, output everything secondary ... Someone loves a warm spring Rain ... "blind", that is, one that easily and gracefully streams from snow -white heaps, casual clouds, laying on the ground with silver threads, sparkling and shimmering like a handful of precious stones, generating a magic rainbow, when a smile illuminates the faces by itself ... I love a frantic thunderstorm rain ... with a rolling cynical thunder roar, with ruthlessly blinding, shining to the bones of lightning, with adrenaline, boiling in the blood ... Blue is gray, clouds, lead colors, the colors of lead, From which bullets are made, tangle of streams intertwined in the insane dance of the elements of the elements are thrown out of their bowels ... with an automatic burst that burns a medieval tin, pouring from the fortress walls on the heads of the doomed, drops, painfully knocking on the skin, leaving bruises on their hands and back ... And this frees it up ... you can walk for hours, wet through, under these seething streams of cold, hard and cruel rain ... It’s good to think in the rain ... to think about the fact that he could not fly out of the hustle and bustle of weekdays ... under such a thunderstorm, it will not be possible to regret himself, soothe ... heavenly lashes The waters do not allow them to relax and build any illusions about life ... their own and others ... They temper ... They are weak people who are bending under such a rain, trying to protect themselves from the cold, they will stoop and move on without raising their eyes ... but there are strong who put the umbrella aside and, turning their shoulders, raise their face to an angry sky, allowing icy drops to stroke violently on the skin and slipped on the ground ... and these people di, they really temper at such moments, confronts of the elements, they fight for their lives, including primitive instincts, they risk, awakening the animal essence in themselves, they boldly prevail over human nature and grin cynically, looking at the neighboring tree in which they are at their Lightning struck her eyes, they suppress their own fear and turn weakness into force ... I love the rain ... it allows you to understand a lot and goes exactly when it is necessary ...