Yakby ya mih podaruvaty tobi nebo,
Yakby ya mih znachyty dlya tebe, choch sho-nebud',
Yakby by zabuv todi pro vse i vsich,
Yakby ya mih... o, yakby ya mih... (ves' kuplet – 2)

Ya by postiyno buv z toboyu, buv by blyz'ko,
bez tebe by pishov na dno ya. Pro teksty y dysky
ya by ne zhaduvav, nye, ya by pro vse zabuv –
bez tebe padayu ya. Koly tviy holos pochuv,
to zbozevoliv... Ya v zamknutomu koli,
ya u poloni ochey tvoyich, ya ne na voli...
Ty by bula u holovniy roli v moyemu filmi,
Nishcho by ne spynylo ci pochuttya sylni...
I ya hotovyi povtoryty ce raziv sto,
ya b daruvav tobi iz zirok namysto,
ya b prysvyatyv tobi shche ne odyn spysanyi lystok.
Ya by krychav na vse misto, yak ya tonu
v volossi shovkovystomu tvomu...
Mabut', same tomu ne stavlyu krapku, a stavlyu komu.
Ya tak bazayu diznatys' tviy parol...
Ya by kochav tebe... lyshe torknutysya dozvol...

Yakby ya mih podaruvaty tobi nebo,
Yakby ya mih znachyty dlya tebe, choch sho-nebud',
Yakby by zabuv todi pro vse i vsich,
Yakby ya mih... o, yakby ya mih... (ves' kuplet – 2)

Ya by spivav tobi pisni i daruvav by kvity ya,
i buv by poryad z toboyu koznoyi myti ya,
use na sviti ya buv by hotovyi kynuty tobi do nih,
povir meni, lyuba, ya by navit' zmih...
zyty toboyu, dychaty lyshe toboyu,
buty dlya tebe heroyem, Niby isnuyem u sviti my dvoye,
niby nemaye nikoho bilshe,
dlya tebe chytayu, muzyku pyshu, skladayu virshi...
Povir, shcho ya pidiymav by tebe vyshche za nebo i chmary,
povir, pro tebe by maryv, i marnuvav by papir
slovamy, rymamy i tekstamy. Zaya,
zoden z nych ne mih by peredaty, sho ya vidchuvayu,
koly ty poryad zi mnoyu, koly tviy pohlyad daruye teplo
i koly ya zazyrayu v ochi tvoyi, oye...
V pryncypi, vid tebe ya by shaleniv,
ya mih by buty tvoyim pryncem, ale ni...

Ya by, zvychayno, mih, ale ya manav...
I vidiydy vid mene, suka ty yobana.
Ya by, zvychayno, mih lyshe toboyu dychaty,
ta u mene u Cherkasach sorok shtuk takych, yak ty... (ves' kuplet – 4)