Prosto neba

Navkolo lito bavytsya z ditmy svoyim teplom
Padaye z neba malenkyi prozoryi doshchyk
Sonechko hrayetsya, daruye veselkoyu mriyi
Ya posmihayus, ya radiyu tomu, shcho vidbuvayetsya prosto neba

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Prosto neba, prosto neba...

Kolys malenkyi lovyv ya metelykiv u chystomu poli
Navit ne dumav, shcho bilshoho shchastya v zytti vze ne treba
I os my dorosli – problemy, klopoty, burhlyva robota
Ale vse odno ya radiyu tomu, shcho vidbuvayetsya prosto neba

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Yakshcho tak treba, tak vse i bude
Choch plach, hoch stii – navkolo ljudy
Vony zyvut, vmyrayut, mriyut
I vsi vony mayut nadiyu
Na zminy na krashche, na "vse bude dobre"
Na radist pobachyty svoyih onukiv
Na svitlo, na zori, kaminnya i hory
Ce ye sens zyttya, lyshe raz i nikoly...

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