Shcho bude z namy za chvylynu,
My znyknem raz ta nazavzdy,
U siriy tav zorstokiy atmosferi viyny.
Nas vbyvayut' ta hvaltuyut' politychni suky,
Bil, holod ta cholod, hore ta...

Pryspiv:
Strach pered viynoyu,
Strach pered viynoyu.

Ya ne mozu zminyty te, shcho bachu,
Sonce vze svityt' lyshe na pivsyly.
A za tym, shcho polityk komus' ne probachyt' –
Ye prychyna i shche odniyeyi mohyly.
Ya ne chochu boyatys' toho, shcho hovoryu,
I radity za holod v susidniy krayini,
Miy protest peretne politychni prostory
I zav’yaze vuzly u vynnych na shyyi...

Pryspiv:
Ya pered viynoyu,
Ya pered viynoyu.

Pryspiv