Vmesto tepla - zelen' stekla
Vmesto ognya - dym
Iz setki kalendarya vykhvachen den'
Krasnoye solntse sgorayet dotla
Den' dogorayet s nim
Na pylayushchiy gorod padayet 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 prodolzhayet 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 zamykayetsya 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!