Naverno, eto moi rai
Iskat' ego otrazhen'e
V predmetah chernogo tsveta,
I slyshat' v golose mai.

Naverno, eto moi rai
V luchah okonnogo sveta
Tak blizko kazhetsya nebo,
Kogda glaza tsveta rai.

I horosho, chto on ne znaet pro takuyu kak ya,
I chto v mechtah moih vanil'nye snezhinki - zima,
A pod shagami bosonogimi meteli i lyod.
On bol'she nikogda iz myslei moih ne uidyot.

I mne ne stydno zakrichat'
O tom, chto eto lyubov'
Ego slova na minuty tak prozhgli moyu krov'.
Ya prodolzhayu povtoryat' sebe, chto vsyo horosho,
No ponimayu, on mne nuzhen,
Nuzhen eshchyo.

Naverno, eto moi rai
Brodit', sryvaya bukety.
Tak ih, sprasaya ot vetra,
I vrat', chto daryat tsvety

Konechno, esli b ne ty,
Ya ne vstrechala b rassvety
Tvoei holodnoi planety,
B kotoroi delyat mosty.

I horosho, chto on ne znaet pro takuyu kak ya,
I chto v mechtah moih vanil'nye snezhinki - zima,
A pod shagami bosonogimi meteli i lyod.
On bol'she nikogda iz myslei moih ne uidyot.

I mne ne stydno zakrichat'
O tom, chto eto lyubov'
Ego slova na z minuty tak prozhgli moyu krov'.
Ya prodolzhayu povtoryat' sebe, chto vse horosho,
No ponimayu, on mne nuzhen...

I horosho, chto on ne znaet pro takuyu kak ya,
I chto v mechtah moih vanil'nye snezhinki - zima,
A pod shagami bosonogimi meteli i lyod.
On bol'she nikogda iz myslei moih ne uidyot.

I mne ne stydno zakrichat'
O tom, chto eto lyubov'
Ego slova na z minuty tak prozhgli moyu krov'.
Ya prodolzhayu povtoryat' sebe, chto vse horosho,
No ponimayu, on mne nuzhen,
Nuzhen eshchyo.