Vze ne pyshut': "Dali bude",
I nichto ne skaze: "My ydemo vpered" –
My zupynylys'
My donyshchyly svit,
I pryroda mstyt',
Mstyt', bo my – potvory
Z anhels'kym oblychchyam.

My – nichto, porivnyano z derevamy,
My – nichto, porivnyano z travamy,
Bo my ye plyamy na sonci,
Bo my – plyamy sami na sobi.
Nikoly ne stanemo soncyamy,
Nichto ne poklyche nas do neba,
Bo my yoho znyshchyly,
Bo my – plyamy sami na sobi.

Pryspiv:
Zhnoyily ray,
Podarovanyi nam
Odnym-Yedynym

Do dyyavols'kych dush
Anhels'kych oblych
Vin, Odyn-Yedynyi,
Povernuv spynoyu.
Povernuvsya i dyvyt'sya v inshyi bik,
Zovsim ne obrazenyi
Nashymy hrichamy.