A znayesh, pro mene rizne hovoryat' lyudy,
Bo lyudy rizni, yak y rizne chuly,
A shcho ne chuly, to dobrechaly,
Koly zavydno stalo.
Chasom odni krychaly, shcho ya prodavsya,
A druhi – "Ty – molodec', ne zdavsya!"
I na chyyemu tut boci pravda,
Chto by nam vsim skazav by?!

Pryspiv:
Ya ne trymayu zla zovsim ni na koho,
Zyty kayfovo tak, yak dyakuyu Bohu.
Ya ne trymayu zla zovsim ni na koho,
Zyty kayfovo tak, yak dyakuyu Bohu.

A znayesh, zli yazyky v chatach, v Interneti
Pro mene kazut', shcho ya nedalekyi,
A inshi chuyut' tu sylu slova,
I kazut', shcho pomohlo yim.
Shkoda tych, shcho plyuyut', zamist' ciluvatys',
Tych, shcho klyanut', zamist' usmichatys'
I chasom chochet'sya yich poslaty,
A krashche zaspivaty.

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