Pryspiv:
Ya vchora potrapyv na nebo,
I pobachyv, yak padaye doshch,
Yak syple cholodnymy kraplyamy
Na dzerkala brukovanych ploshch.
Yak viter spivaye romansy
Dlya soten zakochanych par,
Zaproshuye sonce do tancyu,
Zduvayuchy z shchik yoho zar.

Ya bachyv, yak nebo strazdaye,
Kochayuchy zinku zemnu,
Kydaye na pam’yat' pro sebe
Ostannyu usmishku sumnu.

Pryspiv

Zamriyanyi yanhol dyvyvsya
Na syayvo vechirnich zahrav,
Ya spytavsya u noho: "Yak spravy?"
A vin usmichnuvsya i promovchav.

Pryspiv