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