Dozhd' #2

Hodim pod dozhdem. My dolgo hodim pod dozhdem. Am
My delaem vid, chto my chego-to zhdem.          Am
Ezdim v trollejbusah, sinih i belyh,         D
I delaem vid, chto delaem delo.               Am
My ne reagiruem na slova.                    Em
U tebya i u menya bolit golova.                Dm
Vchera, kogda smehom byl polon nash dom,       Am D
Kto by mog skazat', chto segodnya my budem     H-5 E
Hodit' pod dozhdem, hodit' pod dozhdem.        Am

YA bol'she ne noshu na pal'ce kol'co,
YA uchus' smotret' budushchemu v lico...
Ty tozhe, ya vizhu, perstnej ne nosish' -
Znachit, tozhe u sud'by nemnogogo prosish'...
I poetomu my - drug u druga v plenu,
I na ulice dozhd', i ya v nem tonu,
I ty tonesh' ryadom, i my idem --
Ved' my s toboyu uzhasno lyubim
Hodit' pod dozhdem, hodit' pod dozhdem...

U tebya est' cvety, takie, kak ty.
U menya est' druz'ya, takie, kak ya.
Ho my s toboyu - my ne lyudi, a list'ya,
A osen' podkralas' uzhe tak blizko,
I severnyj veter, chto zol i oster,
Uzhe spustilsya s nevidimyh gor,
I my poletim, a potom upadem,
I kto-to budet po nashim licam
Hodit' pod dozhdem, hodit' pod dozhdem...

{01.91 - 10.93, SPb, trollejbus N17}
(c) Stepan M. Pechkin 1996
Last-modified: Fri, 02 May 1997 13:23:22 GMT