Znayesh, virnyi druze mii,
Yak zinci holodno samii,
Koly zyma i tut tebe nema?..
Yak pryhodyt dovha nich
Z tvoyeyi voli, yasna rich,
I z neyu tilky tysha lysh sama.
Ta niyaka syla
Teplyh sniv ne vidbere,
Choch boyitsya myla,
Shcho toi son pomre.
Pryspiv:
Teplyi son, nadiyi son,
Vin zaminyuye realnist.
Teplyi son, nadiyi son –
Moya druha specialnist.
Znayesh, virnyi druze mii,
Yak zinci holodno samii?..
Zihriye zinku vohnyshche – sim’ya,
Ty odyn sobi nabryd,
Choch ty ne plyv, a ishov u brid,
Ya sam takyi, a ty takyi, yak ya.
Ta niyaka syla
Teplyh sniv ne vidbere,
Choch boyitsya myla,
Shcho toi son pomre.
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