Poshuky vrozsyp

Ty pishla shukaty shchastya
Ya pishov shukaty sens
My pryishly tudy, de pochynaly
Ty znaishla odnu perchatku
Ya znaishov odne pensne
Yak dlya stilkoh rokiv – bude malo

Pryspiv:
A moze b my krashche i ne rozdilyalys
Mozlyvo b todi my znaishly shcho shukaly
A moze b my krashche trymalys poputnoho vitru
Ale my coho ne diznayemos poky
Vid zustrichi robymo shche odni kroky
I zhushchuyut farby nad namy sylnishe palitru

I teper u dvoh kimnatah
Z identychnym planuvannyam
My shukayem, tilky navpaky
Polovynku okulyariv
Ty dlya livoyi sitchatky
Ya perchatku pravoyi ruky

Pryspiv