Текст песни Филипп Киркоров - Мокрый блюз

It rains The city sleeps in the night
   Asphalt in neon streams
   It's raining Feet soaked,
   I'm through the puddles of the boulevard delirium, muttering
    
   The rain is dripping harpsichord
   How bursting, string beads
   It is raining Like a taxi counter,
   And soft blues sings softly
   And soft blues sings softly
    
   Raining Wet Bridges
   Crouched back cats
   The rain comes Rails, sad,
   Dozed off to solo raw wires
    
   It rains Gentle drizzle
   Washing away yesterday's cargo days
   It is raining Like a taxi counter,
   And soft blues sings softly
   And soft blues sings softly
   Blues
    
   And soft blues sings softly
    
   It is raining