Дмитрий - Don come

I met her where the rain won't quit
Where the lamps burn low and the stones run wet
She looked at me like she'd seen my kind
Before I ever spoke a line
I told her things I don't say twice
She didn't blink, she didn't advise
Just let my words fall to the floor
Like she'd heard them all before
And I felt it then, though I can't say why
Like I was late to my own reply
Like she already knew my name before I came