Ya ne trymayu zla

A znayesh, pro mene rizne hovoryat ljudy,
Bo ljudy rizni, yak i rizne chuly,
A shcho ne chuly, to dobrehaly,
Koly zavydno stalo.
Chasom odni krychaly, shcho ya prodavsya,
A druhi – "Ty – molodec, ne zdavsya!"
I na chyyemu tut boci pravda,
Chto by nam vsim skazav by?!

Pryspiv:
Ya ne trymayu zla zovsim ni na koho,
Zyty kaifovo tak, yak dyakuyu Bohu.
Ya ne trymayu zla zovsim ni na koho,
Zyty kaifovo tak, yak dyakuyu Bohu.

A znayesh, zli yazyky v chatah, v Interneti
Pro mene kazut, shcho ya nedalekyi,
A inshi chuyut tu sylu slova,
I kazut, shcho pomohlo yim.
Shkoda tyh, shcho pljuyut, zamist ciluvatys,
Tyh, shcho klyanut, zamist usmihatys
I chasom hochetsya yih poslaty,
A krashche zaspivaty.

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