Chorne nebo, chorna doroha,
Vona u zmovi z lichtaryamy,
I yichnye svitlo maskuye
Yiyi chornotu.

Chorni lyudy v chornych mashynach,
Fary ne rachuyut'sya – yich svitlo mertve,
Chornyi pohlyad pit'my za rohom,
Chorne pyvo p’yut' pid tentom skucyurbleni lyudy.

Pryspiv:
Yedynyi prominchyk svitla – (3)
Usvidomlennya toho, shcho ty des' ye.

Chorni budynky, yich vikna svityat'sya,
Ce svitlo chuze – ya yoho ne bachu,
Krychty toho syayva zirok ne dosyahaye moyeyi dushi,
Pochovanoyi pid tovstym sharom mis'koyi chornoty.

Pryspiv