Pryach' puli, strelyay smelo
Puskay strely v moyo telo
YA ne angel — ty tozhe
YA tak delal I ty smozhesh'

Molchat' gorazdo bol'neye, molchat'
Luchshe golos sorvat'. Krichat'!

V samoye serdtse na porazhen'ye
Chto zhe ty medlish' s etoy mishen'yu?
YA vso rastratil – karty otkryty
Bey chto yest' sily I budem kvity!
V samoye serdtse!

Opyat' mysley slepykh staya
Mne tak malo tebya stalo
Ne pryach' puli obid taynykh
Ne pryach' slozy v glazakh otchayannykh