Na tribunah stanovitsya tishe,
Taet byistroe vremya chudes.
Do svidanya, nash laskovyiy Misha,
Vozvraschaysya v svoy skazochnyiy les.
Ne grusti, ulyibnis na proschane,
Vspominay eti dni, vspominay.
Pozhelay ispolnenya zhelaniy,
Novoy vstrechi nam vsem pozhelay.
Rasstayutsya druzya,
Ostaetsya v serdtse nezhnost.
Budem pesnyu berech,
Do svidanya, do novyih vstrech.
Pozhelaem drug drugu uspeha,
I dobra, i lyubvi bez kontsa.
Olimpiyskoe zvonkoe eho
Ostaetsya v stihah i serdtsah.
Do svidanya, Moskva, do svidanya,
Olimpiyskaya skazka proschay.
Pozhelay ispolnenya zhelaniy,
Novoy vstrechi druzyam pozhelay.
Rasstayutsya druzya,
Ostaetsya v serdtse nezhnost.
Budem pesnyu berech,
Do svidanya, do novyih vstrech.
Budem pesnyu berech,
Do svidanya, do novyih vstrech. |
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