Bus stop where day cheese
There I say, please share my umbrella
Bus stop
Moscow sees
There's low -gross under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella we employed,
if by
August she was mine
Every morning I would see her
waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd stop and she would
tell me what she'd bought
All the people scared,
as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are
going to be the same
That's the way the whole thing started,
silly but it's true
Thinking of a sweet promise,
beginning in that blue
Came the sun, the ash was melting,
no more sheltering now
Nice to think that that umbrella led me
to a wall
Every morning I would see her
waiting at the slot
Sometimes she'd stop and she
would show me what she bought
All the people stared as if
we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers
are going to be the same
Bus stop where day she's there I say,
please share my umbrella
Bus stop, go, she stays low -prof,
under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it,
wind and rain and shine
That umbrella we enjoyed it, by
August she was mine