Филипп Киркоров - Мокрый блюз
текст песни

The rain is coming to sleep in the night,
Asphalt in neon streams
It’s going to rain your legs.
I am delirious on puddles of boulevard, muttering

Rain is dripping droppers,
Like exploding, thread of beads
It rains like a taxi counter
And the wet blues sings quietly
And the wet blues sings quietly

Rain is wet bridges
Cooked the backs of cats
It rains the rails, saddening
Dozed under the solo raw wires

The rain is going gently,
Washing off the days of yesterday's load
It rains like a taxi counter
And the wet blues sings quietly
And the wet blues sings quietly
Blues

And the wet blues sings quietly

It is raining