Ya risuyu zhyeltykh yashcherits, rozovykh zmey
Bezumnye oblaka, v nikh poyushchikh siren
Za oknom stanovitsya nebo temney
No nebo v moikh rukakh, na gladkoy poverkhnosti sten
Eti gory, eti reki, pokrytye l'dom
Ya ikh nazvala v tvoyu chest', nebo zakryla metel'
Raskalyennoe vyydet solntse potom
Zdes' budut tsvety i les, skoro nachnyetsya aprel'
Pozhaluysta, bud' moim, pozhaluysta, bud' moim smyslom
My odni na tseloy zemle, v samom serdtse moikh kartin
Tselyy mir priduman, tselyy mir pridumannykh istin
Ya nuzhdayus' v tvoyem teple, ya khochu byt' smyslom tvoim
Za oknom kto-to plachet, kogo-to zovut
Toroplivye ch'i-to shagi, dozhd' kak shorokh stranits
Ya risuyu prazdnichnyy yarkiy salyut
Tsvety, shary i flazhki, tysyachi radostnykh lits
Pozhaluysta, bud' moim, pozhaluysta, bud' moim smyslom
My odni na tseloy zemle, v samom serdtse moikh kartin
Tselyy mir priduman, tselyy mir pridumannykh istin
Ya nuzhdayus' v tvoyem teple, ya khochu byt' smyslom tvoim
Za oknom kto-to plachet, kogo-to zovut
Toroplivye ch'i-to shagi, dozhd' kak shorokh stranits
Bez tebya bessmyslen i ves' moy trud
Muzyka i stikhi, shum dozhdya i penie ptits
Pozhaluysta, bud' moim, pozhaluysta, bud' moim smyslom
My odni na tseloy zemle, v samom serdtse moikh kartin
Tselyy mir priduman, tselyy mir pridumannykh istin
Ya nuzhdayus' v tvoyem teple, ya khochu byt' smyslom tvoim