1
Ne zvertay uvahy na moyi slova, ne roby lyce mov z’yila kysloho
Ne vyhaduy krashche shchos' nezvychne znov, ne kazy shcho znayesh shcho take lyubov
Ne roby toho, choho ne chochet'sya, ne bery nichoho lipshe v holovu
Ne kazy, shcho ty zi mnoyu nosyshsya, krashche rozkazy pro ce Kirkorovu

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Prosto schamenys', popustys' i posmichnys'

2
Zalyshys' dlya mene krashche zirkoyu, molodoyu i nedotorkanoyu
Ne roby lyce mov z’yila hirkoho i todi do tebe blyzche stanu ya
Podaruy svoyu chudovu usmishku, zalyshy pozadu nepryyemnoshchi
Bo kochannya ce tobi ne kit v mishku, moze vyity vse u nas napevno shche

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3
Ne trymay mene za moyi pochuttya, ne nesy ciyeyi nisenitnyci
Ne vvazay shcho znayesh ty moye zyttya, niby ne bazayuchy vahitnosti
Zalyshys' dlya mene krashche polum’yam, nezhasymym takym pryvablyvym
Shchob chotiv kochaty tebe znovu ya i shchob stav dlya tebe znovu zvablyvym

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