Vmyesto tyepla - zyelyen styekla,
Vmyesto ognya - dym,
Iz syetki kalyendarya vykhvachyen dyen.
Krasnoye solntsye sgorayet dotla,
Dyen dogorayet s nim,
Na pylayushchiy gorod padayet tyen.
"Pyeryemyen!" tryebuyut nashi syerdtsa.
"Pyeryemyen!" tryebuyut nashi glaza.
V nashyem smyekhye i v nashikh slyezakh,
I v pulsatsii vyen:
"Pyeryemyen! My zhdyem pyeryemyen!"
Elyektrichyeskiy svyet prodolzhayet nash dyen,
I korobka ot spichyek pusta,
No na kukhnye sinim tsvyetkom gorit gaz.
Sigaryety v rukakh, chay na stolye - eta skhyema prosta,
I bolshye nyet nichyego, vsye nakhoditsya v nas.
"Pyeryemyen!" tryebuyut nashi syerdtsa.
"Pyeryemyen!" tryebuyut nashi glaza.
V nashyem smyekhye i v nashikh slyezakh,
I v pulsatsii vyen:
"Pyeryemyen! My zhdyem pyeryemyen!"
My nye mozhyem pokhvastatsya mudrostyu glaz
I umyelymi zhyestami ruk,
Nam nye nuzhno vsye eto, chtoby drug druga ponyat.
Sigaryety v rukakh, chay na stolye tak zamykayetsya krug,
I vdrug nam stanovitsya strashno chto-to myenyat.
"Pyeryemyen!" tryebuyut nashi syerdtsa.
"Pyeryemyen!" tryebuyut nashi glaza.
V nashyem smyekhye i v nashikh slyezakh,
I v pulsatsii vyen
"Pyeryemyen! My zhdyem pyeryemyen!"