Navkolo lito bavyt'sya z dit'my svoyim teplom
Padaye z neba malenkyi prozoryi doshchyk
Sonechko hrayet'sya, daruye veselkoyu mriyi
Ya posmichayus', ya radiyu tomu, shcho vidbuvayet'sya prosto neba

Pryspiv:
Prosto neba, prosto neba...

Kolys' malenkyi lovyv ya metelykiv u chystomu poli
Navit' ne dumav, shcho bilshoho shchastya v zytti vze ne treba
I os' my dorosli – problemy, klopoty, burchlyva robota
Ale vse odno ya radiyu tomu, shcho vidbuvayet'sya prosto neba

Pryspiv

Yakshcho tak treba, tak vse y bude
Choch plach, choch stiy – navkolo lyudy
Vony zyvut', vmyrayut', mriyut'
I vsi vony mayut' nadiyu
Na zminy na krashche, na "vse bude dobre"
Na radist' pobachyty svoyich onukiv
Na svitlo, na zori, kaminnya i hory
Ce ye sens zyttya, lyshe raz i nikoly...

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