< Misha Campfires
City night.
Light rain.
The streets
machines
Slide off.
On the streets of slush
And the sound of rain -
There's not a soul,
And you can not get out
In the city, in the night,
In the wet rain,
Under the light of lanterns -
Proberetsya shiver.
You'll be alone
With the rain,
Under dark skies
Stand nail.
City night.
Wet rain.
There is no wind -
I dashed away away.
In the morning go out
All lights,
And the city will be dead
Before dawn.