Pustye goroda i lish' vospominaniya,
Zapomnyu navsegda te nezhnye svidaniya.
No, vidno, ne sud'ba, idti po zhizni dal'she,
A ya tebya lyublyu, lyublyu tebya kak ran'she.
No, vidno, ne sud'ba, idti po zhizni dal'she,
A ya tebya lyublyu, lyublyu tebya kak ran'she.
I proletyat goda, i my uzhe ne vmeste,
I novaya lyubov' v tvoyo vorvyotsya serdtse.
Obmanyvat' ustal, tonut' vo lzhi i fal'shi,
Ved' ya tebya lyublyu, lyublyu tebya kak ran'she.
Vse noty i stihi, chto byli nam rodnymi,
Ostalis' dlya tebya nenuzhnymi, chuzhimi.
Pust' nam ne suzhdeno byt' vmeste v zhizni dal'she,
A ya tebya lyublyu, lyublyu tebya kak ran'she.
Pod prolivnym dozhdyom krichu, chto schast'e nashe,
Ved' ya tebya lyublyu, lyublyu tebya kak ran'she.
Nelepye slova, kak propast' mezhdu nami.
Rasstalis' kak druz'ya, zachem zhe byt' vragami?
S godami povzroslel, mudree stal i starshe,
No ya tebya lyublyu, lyublyu tebya kak ran'she.
S godami povzroslel, a chto zhe delat' dal'she?
Ved' ya tebya lyublyu, lyublyu tebya kak ran'she.