Stan' ptitsey, zhivushchey v moyom nebe
Pomni, chto net tyur'my strashneye, chem v golove
Stan' ptitsey, ne dumay o khlebe
Ya stanu dorogoy

Ya pomnyu prozrachnost' vody morya
Ya vizhu prozrachnost' goryashchego gaza
Stan' serdtsem, beysya v moyom tele
Ya stanu krov'yu

Ya budu delat' vso, kak umeyu
Stan' knigoy, lozhis' v moi ruki
Stan' pesney, zhivi na moikh gubakh
Ya stanu slovami