| Rain beats on the glass, a ghostly splash -
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| Drops screaming, dying, spread out to the sides,
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| , wiping the gloomy dirt.
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| And the distant distance
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| I present the echoes of the rain,
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| And I will help sound perception
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| I will reset the number of glorious speeches!
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| Chorus:
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| The sky is in sorrow, but I will not absorb
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| Warm tears of tortured eyes.
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| I collect streams on the roof of the tram
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| That's it for the umpteenth time...
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| I heard the crazy rain sang
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| Outside into the auditory infusion.
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| It seemed that I got into a boring transport,
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| It turned out - a cheerful tram.
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| Wake up after the rain on the ring,
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| Pour with fresh wind at night.
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| In the opposite direction I will sit at the end,
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| Collect streams again.
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| Chorus:
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| The sky is in sorrow, but I will not absorb
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| Warm tears of tortured eyes.
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| I collect streams on the roof of the tram
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| That's it for the umpteenth time...
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| The sky is in sorrow, but I will not absorb
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| Warm tears of tortured eyes.
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| I collect streams on the roof of the tram
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| That's it for the umpteenth time...
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| The sky is in sorrow, but I will not absorb
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| Warm tears of tortured eyes.
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| I collect streams on the roof of the tram
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| That's it for the umpteenth time...
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| The rain beats on the glass... |