Under the Winter's Rain

We were not two sweethearts of course, But we were walking through the rain of winter of its whim and verse It’s use to be we are insane. Among these puddles and these walls The God was sending passers-by I knew who Chopin was and souls were speaking about Shuman, why you spoke for divas and I’ve said I’m not good singer no, I’m not And I kept silence (was it date?) Oh not the weather’s bad – I’ve thought. But I remember rainy day I don’t regret I don’t regret And I’m not lazy I will say Let’s walk again my dear friend.