Текст песни Россияне - Кровавый дождь

I looked out the window
I haven't looked there for a long time
And my twelfth floor
Allowed to observe the landscape
Like a stream from the mountain croup
Red rain made of black clouds
What kind of rain? Strange rain
It is blood pouring from the sky
Blood on machines, on flowers
Blood on umbrellas, blood on the teeth
Blood on the glass of window frames
Lying from open wounds
People have a face - wax
Blood passes directly into the brain
As if the worm sticks into the corpse
Pouring out of drain pipes
In the fratricidal war
Someone is the road to glory
Someone was put on the wall
Someone was crucified on the cross
The blood of people of all times
It spilled in one rain
And entered every house
Indelible spot
Well, who will get the strength
Who would stop this rain
Who will pull the black clouds of the curtain
Who will open us the face of heaven
Women - you - and men
And men
Do not recognize from the wrinkles
Day after day life will pass
Look: rain is going on