Moye zyttya napovnyayet'sya problemamy,
Moyi ochi nalyvayut'sya krov’yu,
Meni vze davno obirvaly kryla
Ale ya dosi zalyshayusya soboyu.
Moya dusha napovnyuyet'sya strachom,
Moye serce napovnyayet'sya billyu,
Ne mozu vorochnutys' yak shmatok metala,
Yedyne, shcho ya chochu – zavzdy buty vilnym.

Pryspiv:
Ni, ya ne chochu zyty tak, yak vy bazayete, blahayu vidpustit'
Ya ne mozu buty tym, koho chochete bachyty v meni, vidpustit'

Meni nabrydlo buty svoyeyu tinnyu,
Mene vvazayut' tupoyu tvarynoyu,
Mene postiyno pryvselyudno prynyzuvaly,
Ale ya dosi zalyshayusya lyudynoyu.
V mene ye cil i ya ydu do neyi,
Lyublyu napryahty sviy mozok malyi,
Tak teper yak zavzdy z’yavlyayut'sya ideyi,
Ya dovedu vsim chto ya takyi.

Pryspiv