Yak bahato superzirok
Poroslych ocheretom,
Des' tam Tom Dzons spivaye
Pro zelenu, zelenu, zelenu, zelenu travu.

V taku nich misyachnu boramy
Vodyt' chorovody pro openky
Prytrusheni cynamonom,
Prytrusheni...

Yakby ya chotiv polynuty znovu
Tym Chumac'kym shlyachom nazad,
Pooraty shche teplyi pyl, pooraty shche pyl,
Pooraty shche...

V taku nich vidkryvayut'sya
Naybilshi operni teatry svitu,
Dlya tych, chto v mori, dlya tych, chto ne spyt'
Ella Fitzdzerald mazet'sya hlynoyu holuboyu.

My ne propadem u c'omu sviti,
Nikoly, nikoly, nikoly ne sumuvatymu,
Zovsim yak derevo nyzenko nad vodoyu,
Zovsim yak derevo nyzenko nad vodoyu.