enough, i’ll sing the song. film, which was called a practical joke, the first teacher was vladimir valentinovichr, and he determined my fate, further, of course, this song is not performed so often, but i really love it, it’s basically about this, a ballad about the first rain, when the first rain drops, and the thunder from the cloud rolls onto the roof, hitting my city before the holiday, trembling and i hear it with my soul and skin, the rains at the beginning of summer, like poetry, elevate us to their origins, and it seems that since the streets are quiet, everything in our souls is peaceful and high, it will touch the surface of the window glass, the smells of the boulevards will become sharper, they will look in.. .from creating in mirrors, deep sidewalks like rivers, in mixtures of water and heights, you walk calmly, slowly, without hiding , and it seems that since the streets are clean, we all have clean souls and consciences, now the rain is beating in drops, now in streams, now as a dot, now as a dash, knocking on the frame, and it seems that everything you are waiting for, valera, me