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Let li teplyiy dozhd, padaet li sneg -
Ya v pod'ezde protiv doma tvoego stoyu,
Zhdu, chto tyi proydesh, a, byit mozhet, net,
Stoit mne tebya uvidet - o, kak ya schastliv!
Stranno i smeshno nash ustroen mir -
Serdtse lyubit, no ne skazhet o lyubvi svoey,
Pust zhivu ya i ne znayu, lyubish ili net,
Eto luchshe, chem, priznavshis, slyishat «net» v otvet,
A ya boyus uslyishat «net».
Pesnyu podobral na gitare ya,
Zhal, chto tyi ee ne slyishish, potomu chto v ney,
Grusti ne taya, ya tebya nazval
Samoy nezhnoy i krasivoy, o, i eto pravda!
Po nocham v tishi ya pishu stihi,
Pust tverdyat, chto pishet kazhdyiy v devyatnadtsat let,
V kazhdoy strochke tolko tochki posle bukvyi «L»,
Tyi poymesh, konechno, vse, chto ya skazat hotel,
Skazat hotel, no ne sumel.
Skazat hotel, no ne sumel.
Po nocham v tishi ya pishu stihi,
Pust tverdyat, chto pishet kazhdyiy v devyatnadtsat let,
V kazhdoy strochke tolko tochki posle bukvyi «L»,
Tyi poymesh, konechno, vse, chto ya skazat hotel,
No taet sneg vesnoy vsegda,
Byit mozhet, mne tyi skazhesh «da».
Byit mozhet, mne tyi skazhesh «da». |
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