Porvalys' kedy i bolyt' holova.
Dlya kohos' – kosmos, a dlya kohos' – zemlya.
Chtos' chodyt' bosyi, v kohos' meshty novi.
Spravedlyvo? Chy ni? Spravedlyvo? Chy ni?

Chtos' vyye vovkom, chtos' yak syr u masli,
Chtos' – yak zirky, a chtos' – yak iskry zhasli.
Chtos' buduye, chtos' ruynuye,
A chtos' prosto sumuye.

Pryspiv:
Ta ty ne piddavaysya sumu,
Day svomu sercyu trochy strumu.
Idy vpered, ne zupynyaysya,
Doky u tebe ye chas.

Porvalys' kedy i bolyt' holova...
Posluchay, druze, ce niyak ne bida.
Lyudy rizni, lyudy hrizni,
Tak buvaye vsyudy tisno...

Chtos' na mashyni, a chtos' chodyt' pishky,
Chtos' povnyi syl, a chtos' vtomyvsya trishky.
Chtos' buduye, chtos' ruynuye,
A chtos' prosto sumuye...

Pryspiv