Vmesto tepla zelen' stekla,
Vmesto ognya dym.
Iz setki kalendarya vykhvachen den'.
Krasnoye solntse sgorayet dotla,
Den' dogorayet s nim.
Na pylayushchiy gorod padayet ten'.
Peremen trebuyut nashi serdtsa,
Peremen trebuyut nashi glaza,
V nashem smekhe i v nashikh slezakh,
I v pul'satsii ven
Peremen!
My zhdem peremen.
Elektricheskiy svet prodolzhayet nash den'
I korobka ot spichek pusta.
No na kukhne sinim tsvetkom gorit gaz.
Sigarety v rukakh, chay na stole,
Eta skhema prosta.
I bol'she net nichego, vse nakhoditsya v nas.
Peremen trebuyut nashi serdtsa,
Peremen trebuyut nashi glaza,
V nashem smekhe i v nashikh slezakh,
I v pul'satsii ven
Peremen!
My zhdem peremen.
My ne mozhem pokhvastat'sya mudrost'yu glaz
I umelymi zhestami ruk,
Nam ne nuzhno vse eto, chtoby drug druga ponyat'.
Sigarety v rukakh, chay na stole,
Tak zamykayetsya krug.
I vdrug nam stanovitsya strashno chto-to menyat'.
Peremen trebuyut nashi serdtsa,
Peremen trebuyut nashi glaza,
V nashem smekhe i v nashikh slezakh,
I v pul'satsii ven
Peremen!
My zhdem peremen.