Александр Фролов - Пасмурный день
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[Music and text - Alexander Frolov]

It's a nasty day.
Bad weather in the shower.
City in the fog,
Like Madame in Neggle.
Raindrops
Drum on roofs of houses.
People in raincoats
Mirrors of muddy puddles
They trample on their feet ...
The rulers of souls,
Cast in bronze,
They stand in empty areas ...

But the rain will end.
The sun is like a cutter
Clouds are expanded,
The city washed face
It will turn to me
And I will smile then.
Like from an umbrella,
That saved from the elements,
I will shake off myself
Drops of melancholy
And then I'll go nowhere,
Composing poetry ...
(After the rain…)