Ty pishla shukaty shchastya
Ya pishov shukaty sens
My pryishly tudy, de pochynaly
Ty znayshla odnu perchatku
Ya znayshov odne pensne
Yak dlya stilkoch rokiv – bude malo

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

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

Pryspiv