Ya xochu vesel`ya, radostnogo pen`ya,
Bujnogo razgula, smexa i ostrot —
Ottogo, chto znal ya lish` odni muchen`ya,
Ottogo, chto zhil ya pod yarmom zabot.

Vozduxa, czvetov mne, solnechnoj pogody'!
Slishkom dolgo shyol ya gryaz`yu, pod dozhdyom.
YA xochu vesel`ya, ya xochu svobody' —
Ottogo, chto by'l ya skovanny'm rabom!

YA xochu rubit`sya, mstit` s bezumnoj strast`yu —
Ottogo, chto dolgo by'l pokoren zly'm.
I xochu lyubvi ya, i xochu ya schast`ya —
Ottogo, chto ne by'l schastliv i lyubim!