This song was written and recorded by Radu when he was 17. The song is sung in Russian, about the tragedy of rape. Here's a translation. Full credit goes to the Radu: voice of an angel website, http://www1.freewebs.com/love_radu_sirbu/index.htm for the lyrics Barabanit po ulicam dojd' V oknah lezet proklataja ten' I lojitsa na pleci loj V e'tot hmurij osennij den' I lojitsa na pleci loj, odna lish loj V e'tot hmurij osennij den'... Ti segodna domoj ne pojdosh Pozvonish, skazesh:"Mama, ne jdi" Ponimaesh na ulice dojd' Tol'ko dojd', tol'ko dojd' da stihi Ponimaesh na ulice dojd', odin lish dojd' Tol'ko dojd&#0… More

This song was written and recorded by Radu when he was 17. The song is sung in Russian, about the tragedy of rape. Here's a translation. Full credit goes to the Radu: voice of an angel website, http://www1.freewebs.com/love_radu_sirbu/index.htm for the lyrics Barabanit po ulicam dojd' V oknah lezet proklataja ten' I lojitsa na pleci loj V e'tot hmurij osennij den' I lojitsa na pleci loj, odna lish loj V e'tot hmurij osennij den'... Ti segodna domoj ne pojdosh Pozvonish, skazesh:"Mama, ne jdi" Ponimaesh na ulice dojd' Tol'ko dojd', tol'ko dojd' da stihi Ponimaesh na ulice dojd', odin lish dojd' Tol'ko dojd', tol'ko dojd' da stihi A kogda ti prochtosh stihi Vse projdet, kak obichnij roman Ti zaplachish:"pusti,pusti" Oprokinutaja na divan Ti zaplachish:"pusti,pusti manja" Oprokinutaja na divan. Budut aliye gubi nejni Budut ruki iskat' i laskat' I prob'jut ravnodushno chasi V pervij chas tvoej jenskoj sud'bi I prob'jut ravnodushno chasi, odni chasi V pervij chas tvoej jenskoj sud'bi I kogda ti glupishka pojmosh, chto bila mne sovsem ne nujna ti zaplachesh : prokljatij dojd', ah zachem ja domoj ne poshla" ti zaplachesh : prokljatij dojd', prokljatij dojd', ah zachem ja domoj ne poshla" Ah zachem ti domoj ne poshla A rain drums down street, Freaking shade climbs in windows, And a lie lies down on shoulders In this gloomy, autumn day. And a lie lies down on shoulders, one only lie In this gloomy, autumn day. You will not go today home, You will call, will say: "Mum, do not wait. You understand, in the street rain, Only rain, only rain and verses. You understand, in the street rain, one only rain, And at us yet lies the world ahead." And when you will read verses, All will go, as ordinary novel. You will begin to cry: "let me go, let me go", - Overturned on a sofa. You will begin to cry: "Let me, allow me to go", - Overturned on a sofa. There will be scarlet lips tender, There will be hands to search and caress, And prob'yut indifferently clock First o'clock of your womanish fate. And prob'yut indifferently clock, one clock First o'clock of your womanish fate. And when you, silly, you will understand, That was to me not needed. You will begin to cry: "freaking rain, Ah, why I did not go home." You will begin to cry: "freaking rain, freaking rain, Ah, why I did not go home." Ah, why you did not go home