Петербургский Дождь

Дождь. Над Невой туман. Львы намочили гривы.
Только портовый кран нам разгружает сливы.
Мне не нужна Москва, мне не нужна Одесса.
Видеть бы мне дома в белых ночей завесе!

Дождь намочил асфальт, дождь прыгает по крышам.
На "Театральной" альт мы из окошек слышим.
Дождь на твоей руке, дождь на листве зеленой.
Дождь - капли на щеке, а на вкус соленый.

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Salty leave Salty Delete tell me the one about the friend you knew and the last good night that we toasted too. salty leave stay for me stay for me We drank wine in the matinee and the

The time has come For me to talk to you And I don't mean To hurt your pride But everybody needs a friend sometimes To make you see the light In the game of life The strong

Turn the lights on In the middle of the bedroom The kitchen or the hall way It's gonna be a lot of leg room And a little bit of foreplay Getting out