How sad
November
rain ...

Drumming to the beat
In my umbrella


when I
along the wet
bridges

the puddles
walk slowly


Silver in
gray
Sky city,

And the black clouds
over the roofs
run


A ray of sunshine
dilute

water;
With asfaltnoy
mud

turn into
slime


But do not you cry
if she left x2
And her ...


love ... for whom -
then the city

It simply
empty
For someone

spring
In Winter Park


Someone that the weather
It is not
care

Who, then at night
Under the sun not to
Sleep


But do not you cry,
if she left x2

And with her love

But do not you cry,

if she left x2
And it is my
love ...

And my love x3