PESNYa POSVYaShchAETSYa MOYa

                      Muzyka B.Mokrousova
                      Slova Ya.Khelemskogo

Parenek s moskovskoyu gitaroyu
I devchushka v maminom platke
Brodyat druzhnoj paroyu, nerazluchnoj paroyu
Ot stolichnykh ulic vdaleke.
Ikh lyubov'yu pervoj ozarennye,
Ozhili pustynnye kraya.
   Ehto vam, romantiki, ehto vam, vlyublennye,
   Pesnya posvyashchaetsya moya.

Vse rukami sobstvennymi sozdano,
Projdeny nelegkie puti.
Pod stepnymi zvezdami, obzhitymi zvezdami
Khorosho lyubimuyu najti.
Druzhba, v ispytaniyakh rozhdennaya,
Nikogda ne rushitsya, druz'ya.
   Ehto vam, romantiki, ehto vam, vlyublennye,
   Pesnya posvyashchaetsya moya.

Novoselam, stavshim starozhilami,
Khorosho mechtaetsya vdvoem.
Yunost' bespokojnaya, yunost' bystrokrylaya
Shepchetsya o budushchem svoem.
Brodit para polnoch'yu bessonnoyu
Vdol' stepnogo tikhogo ruch'ya.
   Ehto vam, romantiki, ehto vam, vlyublennye,
   Pesnya posvyashchaetsya moya.