Otchego tak v Rossii beryozy shumyat?
Otchego belostvol'nye vsyo ponimayut?
U dorog prislonivshis' po vetru stoyat
I listvu tak pechal'no kidayut.
Ya poydu po doroge, prostoru ya rad,
Mozhet eto lish' vsyo, chto ya v zhizny uznayu.
Otchego tak pechal'nye list'ya letyat,
Pod rubakhyu dushu laskaya?
A na serdtse opyat' goryacho-goryacho
I opyat', i opyat' bez otveta.
A listochek s beryozki upal na plecho,
On kak ya, otorvalsya ot vetok.
Posidim na dorozhku, rodnaya, s toboy,
Ty poymi, ya vernus', ne pechal'sya, ne stoit.
I starukha makhnyot na proshchan'e rukoy,
I za mnoyu kalitku zakroet.
Otchego tak v Rossii beryozy shumyat?
Otchego horosho tak garmoshka igraet?
Pal'tsy vetrom po knopochkam vraz proletyat,
A poslednyaya, ekh, zapadaet...
A na serdtse opyat' goryacho-goryacho,
I opyat', i opyat' bez otveta.
A listochek s beryozki upal na plecho,
On kak ya, otorvalsya ot vetok.
A na serdtse opyat' goryacho-goryacho,
I opyat', i opyat' bez otveta.
A listochek s beryozki upal na plecho,
On kak ya, otorvalsya ot vetok.