Pryspiv:
Pomandruy zi mnoyu, de vertayut' luny,
Pomandruy zi mnoyu, de nemaye sumu,
Pomandruy zi mnoyu, de zachodyt' sonce,
Pomandruy zi mnoyu v kray moyich emociy.

Hey, ya proshu zachekay,
Zachekay, bo zaraz shche ne chas dodomu.
Nich rozlylas' cherez kray,
Proneslas' kriz' tancem vraz podaruvavshy vtomu.

Pryspiv

Ya nakleyu marky na konverty smutku,
A stara poshtarka yich roznosyt' chutko.
A stara poshtarka na imennya Osin
Yich nese do tebe po vechirnich rosach.

Den po nebu pereyde,
Pereyde, po nebu prokotyvshy chmary.
Chas minyaye nich i den,
Vechory i ranky, mov lady hitary.

Pryspiv

Hey, ya proshu zachekay,
Zachekay, bo zaraz shche ne chas dodomu.
Nich rozlylas' cherez kray,
Proneslas' kriz' tancem vraz podaruvavshy vtomu.

Na hazety shpaltach istyna,
Shcho zahubylasya u vychori liter,
Des' na ekrani ostanni visti,
Shcho rozpolochav ranniy viter.
Shchos' podavalosya ryadkamy zmistu,
Lehko zryvalysya zhrayeyu chayky,
Shcho nepryrodno zlyvalysya z mistom,
Razom iz prysmakom layky.

Pryspiv