Ochi, v yakych kupalys' anhely (4)

Rozmachnuvshy ruky ty vidchuyesh yak pulsuyut' kryla,
Rozibravshy stelyu ty realno budesh poruch z nebom.
Rozmachnuvshy ruky ty vidchuyesh yak pulsuyut' kryla,
Rozibravshy stelyu ty realno budesh poruch z nebom.

I yaka durnycya, shcho mokre tvoye tilo,
Koly take prekrasne nebo zavzdy pered ochyma.

Pryspiv:
Ochi, v yakych kupalys' anhely,
Zovsim malenka krapelka virnosti,
Tak nesmilyvo torkalys' radosti,
Ochi, v yakych kupalys' anhely.

Ta tak os' ty, yak ty nebo, v yiyi ochach sirych,
Os' ty yake nebo, fatalno krasyve
Os' ty yake nebo, a moze ne treba?

Pryspiv

Chvyli pryhortayuchy sonce do sebe sonnym oblychchyam,
Tishyla moyi palci svoyim nezaymanym tilom,
Ya postylyv tobi chmary, ya vybrav sami krasyvi,
Ya dotorkavsya hubamy.

Perepletinnyamy myaziv do bozevillya slipoho,
My vydyralys' do neba zirky zryvayuchy z noho,
V neopysuyeme shchastya ty pospishala pirnuty,
A ya smiyavsya i plakav, ya znav shcho budu tam.

Pryspiv

Ochi, v yakych kupalys' anhely (4)