Shcherbataya luna
I my ne v odnoi posteli. Svetlo – potomu nesmela
Ya razbegus i s okna
Ya veryu – ne budet bolno, ya pomnyu, kak eto delat
Moi tebe pozdravlenia, ot kroshki, ot gyenya
Moyo v tebe serdtse yunoe, shcherbatoe, lunnoe
Ono v tebe
Orbity vdol polos
Naprasno gudeli veny, Ya vybrala samyi belyi.
V tvoih glazah vopros
Tebya by vot v eti steny. Pridumay, chto nado sdelat
Moi tebe nastroenia, ot kroshki, ot gyenya
Moyo v tebe serdtse yunoe, shcherbatoe, lunnoe
Ono v tebe moyo proshloe neposhloe
V trubki gubki govoryat
Skazki, laski, da vse podryad
Moi tebe nastroenia, ot kroshki, ot gyenya
Moyo v tebe serdtse yunoe, shcherbatoe, lunnoe
Ono v tebe moyo proshloe neposhloe