Текст песни Янка Дягилева - Столетний дождь

Centenary rain
Rubber boot in damp sand
Eyes are on a rusty ceiling
Istrachen hot cheerful delirium
Grappled, laughing, ringleader trouble

Centenary rain
Over the abyss of spring, dreams have gathered
And the early throats of great angst
Nails on the wall scrubbed April
As if flowers grow behind the wall
As if to see them from a height

Centenary rain
We've lived a hundred years - I'm ready for lunch
From the soapy bubbles of a wet day
From the bones of the broken verses
From memory from the soles of boots,
Salted with crystals of fire

Centenary rain
A quiet band of words
And crumpled leaves crumble
The penultimate sentence was executed
All contributions for April are raised
And dreams hang over the ice-hole of spring

Centenary rain
Centenary rain
Centenary rain