Holos tviy, shcho lunaye z hlybyny dushi
Shchos' shepoche meni i spivaye meni
Pisni, pisni
Holos tviy, shcho hovoryt' tycho "Posmichnys'"
Vkaze stezku meni v kolorovomu sni
A ty ne zurys'

Pryspiv:
Napyshy meni, dole, lysta
Shchob sumni dni nazavzdy mynuly v litach
Shchoby radist' zlitala uhoru mov ptach
Napyshy meni, dole, lysta

Oseni, mokri vidholosky oseni
Yichni barvy sumni, ale snyat'sya meni
Navesni, navesni
Napyshy u lystach pro tychyi shum hayiv
Pro ptachiv niznyi spiv sered luk i poliv
Pro spiv, pro spiv

Sotni dorih, shcho vedut' nas v nikudy
I lysh odna – u svity
Ty ne sumuy i ya takoz ne budu
Bo ya tam, de ty

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