A iz-pid koles znykaye v nich puste,
A iz-pid koles znykaye v nich nishcho.
Chvala bohu, shcho ya ishche zyvyi,
Chvala bohu, shcho trymayus' za kermo.

Shalenym svitlom b’ye po vtomlenych ochach,
Brutalnym noyzom po skazenniy holovi,
Ya zupynyus' todi, koly nastane chas.
De ye temryava – tam pochynayet'sya nich.

A iz-pid koles znykaye v nich puste,
A iz-pid koles znykaye v nich nishcho.
Chvala bohu, shcho ya ishche zyvyi
Chvala bohu, shcho trymayus' za kermo.

Merzotnyi spokiy za plechyma vze davno,
Ohydnyi sumniv meni v mozok zavitav,
Za sklom probihly tini vtrachenych rechey,
Tam de temryava, tam pochynayet'sya nich.

Pryspiv:
U sriblyastyi prostir
(Bis ’ho zna kudy)
Za chervoni chmary
(Bis ’ho zna kudy)
Treba chym skorishe
(Bis ’ho zna kudy)
Numo, davay mershchiy
Bis ’ho zna kudy (2)

Ostannya myt' yaskravo syaye v dalyni,
A v holovi tvoyiy postiyna kruhovert',
Tremtyachi huby vyshyfrovuyut' slova,
Tam, de kinchayet'sya nich, pochynayet'sya den.

Pryspiv (2)