Devochka let piati v okne s granatometom
Shchuritsia cherez pritsel na iarkoe solntse.
A naprotiv ee molodye podrugi
Priglashaiut liubopytnykh postoiat' na doroge, v teni!
Devochke ne kupit' liubimykh igrushek.
Zloba s'edaet, a serdtse b'etsia v grudi.
Vse vinovatye, papy-mamy, v ee pritsele!
Ostaetsia nazhat' na pruzhinu kurka: pli!
Po shchekam techet krov',
I pozabyta liubov',
V zemliu dozhdem legli sny!
Dorogie roditeli, vam kranty!
Sposobnaia uchenitsa derzhit ruku krepko,
Net, ne drognet svirepaia stal'.
V ee malen'kom mozge b'etsia chernyj zverenysh*,
Khochet vyrvat'sia v nebo, pogasit' ee plach' i pechal'.
Tovarishchi vzroslye, pesnia dlia vas!
Vy zabyv o rasplate greli chernuiu mraz'*.
I teper' vashim golovam otschitany dni,
Gde devochka snajper krichit v kazhdom okne: pli!
Po shchekam techet krov',
Pozabyta liubov',
V zemliu dozhdem legli sny!
Dorogie roditeli, vam kranty!
I pustota ulits nakryla broshennyj dom,
Mertsaiut zvezdy, i vse okutano snom.
Ne spit devchonka, ej nekogda spat'!
V okopakh liudi, i nikomu ne vstat'!
Po shchekam techet krov',
Pozabyta liubov',
V zemliu dozhdem legli sny,
Dorogie roditeli, vam kranty!
