Rain Blues Блюз дождя англ. версия

Музыкальная версия на канале Irina Olekhver
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k870NcmTlnM

A glass of wine… The night inside its glow,
Rain outside begins its quiet blues,
Somewhere a lonely saxophone plays low.
I close my eyes… I think about you.
I want to smoke… A cigarette in my coat.
The dark cloud gives no word, no answer.
Time stands still... The world has lost its note.
While candlelight flickers, softly dancing.

The night plays blues in drops of falling rain
Across the roofs and attics of the lane.
And I alone lie waking till the dawn,
With emptiness and cold that linger on.

My gaze drifts slowly through the shadows on the wall,
I start to feel the truth lives deep in wine.
The window’s open. Дightning cuts through all.
Forgotten feelings stir from darker times.
Smoke tries on the shape of the ceiling air,
The curtain by the window sways so slow.
A single sound... No needless echoes there.
And distant thunder drifts through streams of dreams below.


The night plays blues in drops of falling rain
Across the roofs and attics of the lane.
And I alone lie waking till the dawn,
With emptiness and cold that linger on.