No, skazhi, s kakikh vremon zhelan'ye do krayov
Zapolnit' neozhidanno moye serdtse smoglo
Pust' vso konchit'sya dolzhno, ostanetsya ono
Podkreplyu svoi slova ya deystviyem
Chto zh, proshchay, vchera
My izo dnya v den', kruglyy god
V sebe derzhali etikh chuvstv potok