Koly tebe bilshe niz treba
I navit niz mozna
To ce cilyi svit u tobi
And nothing but music
Ty shyrshyi za vlasni plechi
Ty neruhomyi
Bo strimkishyi za vlasni ruhy
And nothing but music
Ne kazy nikoly
"Nichoho, krim muzyky"
Ce poshlo
Bo yak "nihto, krim tebe"
Yakshcho vypyty
Pobachysh chitko
Shcho tak i ye
And nothing but music
Hei, tam!
Chto tverezym sluhaye dzaz?
Byi zbochencya!
And nothing but music
I tak povelosya
Smak zyttya
Zyve lyshe na suhyh z pohmillya hubah
And nothing but music
Yakshcho ty ne pyv, a sluhav
Yakshcho ty zakusyuvav svii konyak
Mylozvuchnistyu
Vse bude harazd
And nothing but music
Vranci ne biisya
I hordo pryamui do dzerkala
Tam bude ne monstr
Chervono-synoho koloru
Zazyrnesh – a na tebe dyvytsya
Luyi Armstrong
Tom Ueits
A v profil
Trohy zmahuye na Bethovena
And nothing but music
Vse prosto
Yak do-mazor
Vony vsi buly takymy z
Osoblyvo zranku
Osoblyvo pislya bezsonnoyi nochi
Osoblyvo pislya mnohotrudnoyi nochi
And all that jazz –
Pereproshuyu –
And nothing but music