Nalyi meni neba, ya budu dyvytys'.
Nariz meni soncya, chay hriye do dna.
Nasyp tudy zori i bude yak vechir,
A misyac' osvityt', shchob vichnist' zyla...

Pryspiv:
Ya yak kokteyl!

Proday meni pohlyad – ya budu molytys',
Rozlyi vsyudy prystrast' i hluzdu nema.
Poday meni ruky – my budem krutytys'
I chasu ne treba, bo vichnist' zyva.

Pryspiv