Chornym iniyem ty vkryvsya, zahubyv ty teplu viru
V zdiysnymist' vsich mriy,
Terpymist' perevir, ce mozlyvist'...

Liz' na stiny – bude lehshe,
Plach na steli – bude zlyva.
V dushi osadu vze menshe,
Dosyt' sliz zlizay smilyvo.

Mozlyvo, ce ne ya,
Vazlyve lysh zyttya
V nomu pravlyu lyshe ya.

Pryspiv:
Hrishne tvoye buttya zatulylo tinnyu
Svitlo moho buttya,
Zachovalo za stinoyu moyi kryla,
Ya blukayu lysh u svoyich tayemnych mriyach.

Dumky troshchat' odna odnu,
Sered nych nemaye vyshchych.
Borot'ba yde za svobodu
Tvoyeyi mriyi sered inshych...

Mozlyvo, ce ne ya,
Vazlyve lysh zyttya
V nomu pravlyu lyshe ya.

Pryspiv

Blukayu, blukayu, blukayu ya
V tayemnych mriyach zabuttya tomu shcho...

Pryspiv