The Third is Rain / Третий - дождь

****** Poems: Nika Chernovitskaya ***** [intro] (Two in the city, third is the rain...) Two in the city, third is the rain. Grey coat wearing needles upon their shoulders. Words make them shiver and wind makes them shake. Two in the city, streets burning bright... (Двое в городе, третий дождь...) [short bridge] Двое в городе, третий - дождь. В сером плаще с и́глами на плеча́х. Дрожь от слов и от ветра дрожь. Двое в городе, проспект в огнях... [long guitar bridge] (Two in the city, third is the rain...) [short bridge] Two in the city, third is the rain. Grey coat wearing needles upon their shoulders. Words make them shiver and wind makes them shake. Two in the city, streets lit up, drowning in rain. Sharp rain strikes the pavement, dancing on heels... Двое в городе, третий - дождь. В сером плаще с и́глами на плеча́х. Дрожь от слов и от ветра дрожь. Двое в городе, проспект в огнях и дожде тонет. Острый дождь [short bridge] бьёт по асфальту, пляшет на каблука́х... Один останется, второй - в дом шагнё'т. и только дождь будет у них ... в глазах. [outro] (sharp rain...) Sharp rain strikes the pavement, dancing on heels: One stays behind while one walks away. And only rain will stay in their eyes. [end] (and only rain will stay in their eyes.) (и только дождь будет у них в глазах.)