Текст песни С. Безруков читает стихи Евтушенко - ...ночью думай обо мне

On a spring night think of me
and on a summer night think of me
on an autumn night think of me
and on a winter night think of me.
Even if I'm not there with you, but somewhere outside,
as far away as in another country -
on a long and cool sheet
rest as if on your back in the sea,
surrendering to a gentle slow wave
with me, as with the sea, all alone.

I don't want you to think during the day.
May the day turn everything upside down
fumigates with smoke and floods with wine,
will make you think about something completely different.
What you want, you can think during the day
and at night - only about me.

Hear through the locomotive whistles
through the wind tearing the clouds to pieces,
as I need, caught in a vice,
so that in a room where the walls are so narrow,
you blinked with happiness and longing,
squeezing his temples with his palms painfully.

I pray you - in the quietest silence
or in the rain, rustling above,
or under the snow shimmering in the window,
already in a dream and yet not in a dream -
on a spring night think of me
and on a summer night think of me
on an autumn night think of me
and on a winter night think of me.