| Both white roses and red | 
| Broken off in the park for a long time, | 
| You and I were very different | 
| Do you remember, once in the spring | 
| Sat with you on the bench - | 
| The whole orphanage envied us - | 
| I crumpled the blotter, nibbled on the insert, | 
| And you kept talking about him. | 
| Reckless, reckless, reckless, | 
| The road separated us from fate, - | 
| Now I draw my own destiny - | 
| Performer of popular phonograms. | 
| Reckless, reckless, reckless, | 
| I realized that ten classes is a lot, | 
| Forgive me that I left the ninth | 
| To yellow leaves, to yellow leaves. | 
| You kiss with another in Luzhniki, | 
| Where I sing under the "plywood" | 
| And maybe you still worry | 
| Hearing suddenly my song | 
| Simple, uncomplicated, gentle, | 
| About our great love - | 
| She, like a boundless element, | 
| I was carried away with you. | 
| Maybe someday we'll meet | 
| Dreams come true in life - | 
| After all, everyone who is sad and happy, | 
| They bring flowers to the stage. | 
| And I will hug you dear - | 
| Let everyone see us together | 
| Will beat with furious force | 
| "Plywood" my heart. | 
| Only musicians will understand my music, | 
| Only musicians will understand my music. | 
| Inadequate… Touchy… |