Po nebu, po chmaram chlopchyna hulyaye,
sumuye y smiyet'sya, i ptashok hanya.
Bez tata, bez mamy, vin sam tam blukaye,
i zvidky y kudy yde chlopchyna ne zna.

Po nebu blukaye v nebi dirku shukaye,
z hrozoyu banyachyt', iz vitrom spivaye, spivaye.

Hulyav vin po nebu, i yanhola strinuv,
spytav v noho, chto ty? A yanhol skazav.
Ya poslanyi v pomich tobi Hospodynom,
Hospod' choche znaty de v nebi dira.

Po nebu blukaly...

Chodyly, blukaly, divchynu vpiymaly,
vona zablukala sama v nebesach.
Litak yiyi bat'ka rozbyvs' v Himalayach,
z komandy lyshylas' v zyvych lysh vona.

Po nebu blukaly...

Dirku shukaly, des' tysyachu rokiv,
i zreshtoyu zmuchylys', spaty lyahly.
Yunak i divchyna u chmarach kochalys',
a yanhol tychenko v kutochku chropiv.

I hrozy hrymily, i viter spivav yim,
i vsi heneraly yim salyutuvaly,
Hospod' i archanhely, dyyavol z chortamy,
na varti yich spokoyu razom stoyaly, stoyaly.