Volodari dorih, my krashchi vid usich,
My – vovky, my – myslyvci na dorozi
I kriz' shalenu nich, mchymo my plich-o-plich
Shukayuchy zyttya u smerti na porozi
A nam doroha shepotyt', shcho vilni my lysh v cyu myt'
Koly mchymo naperekir vsim zaboronam,
Navzdohin lynayut' vyhuky lyudey, syny dorohy znovu...

Spivay dlya nas, Doroha
V iz'my v shchaslyvyi kray
Z budy v sercyach tryvohu
I zhasnut' yiy ne day

V oblychchya viter dme, Chumac'kyi Shlyach vede
I rokit dvyhuniv porushyt' spokiy
Ty znovu na shose, i vse tvoye zyttya
V porivnyanni iz cym, mov tlinnyi popil