Peremen!
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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