Vmesto tepla - zelen' stekla
Vmesto ognya - dym
Iz setki kalendarya vykhvachen den'
Krasnoe solntse sgoraet dotla
Den' dogoraet s nim
Na pylayushchiy gorod padaet 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 prodolzhaet 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 zamykaetsya 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!"
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