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The one who is going out in the rain

She's still somewhere around
And she's not in a hurry.
She forgot her lipstick at my place,
But she would not call.
In our needless dispute
She was wrong.
Love and jealousy are not friends,
But these are just words...
 
It's evening again, and you're waiting for her again,
You have forgiven her a long time ago,
But the one who is going out in the rain,
Has remained the one you had loved.
It's evening again, and you're waiting for her again,
The night will fade in the light of lanterns,
But the one who is going out in the rain,
Will no longer be yours...
 
She'll never come back
And she won't take anything with her,
She just likes the sun
And the fact that it's not raining.
She never liked
When it rained.
She used to leave before.
So don't waist your time today waiting in vain.
 
It's evening again, and you're waiting for her again,
You have forgiven her a long time ago,
But the one who is going out in the rain,
Has remained the one you had loved.
It's evening again, and you're waiting for her again,
The night will fade in the light of lanterns,
But the one who is going out in the rain,
Will no longer be yours...
 
She really didn't know,
She would just leave like that.
She didn't mean to play with you,
This was always her style.
She's still somewhere around
And she's not in a hurry.
She's not happy either,
But she would not call.
 
It's evening again, and you're waiting for her again,
You have forgiven her a long time ago,
But the one who is going out in the rain,
Has remained the one you had loved.
It's evening again, and you're waiting for her again,
The night will fade in the light of lanterns,
But the one who is going out in the rain,
Will no longer be yours...
But the one who is going out in the rain,
Will no longer be yours...
 

Nu plânge, Alisa

Gata, gata s-a terminat vara caldă.
Gata, să te desparți mereu e greu.
Să te desparți cu gândul la un miracol,
Știind, că nu va mai fi.
Și tu plângi, iar după fereastră plouă,
Și tu plângi, iar copilăria a trecut.
 
Nu plânge, Alisa, ai devenit matură
A venit sărbătoarea, și tu ai deja 16 ani
Rămas bun, Alisa, s-au stins stelele,
Și se uită pe fereastră, către viața matură
Primul tău răsărit.
 
Prima dată tu nu întâmpini oaspeții la ușă.
Prima dată ești indiferentă la zîmbetele prietenilor,
Și prin cadouri nu sunt jucării,
Și acum nu ai nevoie de nimeni.
Este sărbătoarea ușilor închise
Este sărbătoarea copiilor de ieri.
 
Nu plânge, Alisa, ai devenit matură
A venit sărbătoarea, și tu ai deja 16 ani
Rămas bun, Alisa, s-au stins stelele,
Și se uită pe fereastră, către viața matură
Primul tău răsărit.
 
Gata, vântul învârte frunzele căzute
Gata, dar altfel nici nu putea fi.
Vara nu e mereu caldă,
Lasă frigul urme pe ferestre
Și tu plângi, dar copilăria a trecut
Și tu plângi, dar copilăria a trecut
 
Nu plânge, Alisa, ai devenit matură
A venit sărbătoarea, și tu ai deja 16 ani
Rămas bun, Alisa, s-au stins stelele,
Și se uită pe fereastră, către viața matură
Primul tău răsărit.