Dozhd' vystroil steny vody,
On zaper dveri v domakh,
On priatal ch'i-to sledy.
A mne khotelos' dyshat', dyshat' vo vsiu grud'.
No ia boialsia zabyt', ia boialsia usnut'.
Pripev:
Tam, gde voda
I v nebe vspyshki lomannykh strel,
Ia ruki protiagival vverkh,
Ia bral molnii v gorst'.
Tam, gde voda
Risuet na zemle krugi,
Ty slyshish', slyshish' shagi.
Idet dozhd'.
Budto vpervye khokhotal grom,
On zakhlebnulsia v slovakh,
On rval stavni s okon.
A ia vse videl,
Ia nebu smotrel v glaza.
Vse ochen' prosto.
Prosto groza.
Pripev.
