Pidnimy svoyi ochi i dyvys' na velyku rozevu kvitku,
Shcho povysla na krayu neba. Dyvys' dovho, nezabarom pryide
Vidchuttya, shcho Ty dyvyshsya u vichi nezbahnennoho prykrasnoho Boha.
Kvitka bilshaye i vze os' vona mistyt' polovynu neba,
Pronykaye u svidomist', lamaye ves' nepotrib na shlyachu do Tebe
Opuskaye volyu, vbyvaye Tvoye vlasne "Ya", nema syly ni bolyu ni kryku
Tilky v mozku yaskravyi pulsuyuchyi zhustok svitla.
Prydyvysya do noho i piznay, shcho ne svitlo to, a pisni.
Pisni vsesvitu z zachu kincya, pisni vmyrayuchoho tvorcya...
Chtos' zalyshyv tut sviy trup...

Otze, Ty bachysh te, shcho Ty takyi samyi, yak vsi –
Takyi samyi tychyi i takyi samyi mertvyi.
Iduchy vulyceyu Ty perestupayesh cherez vlasnu tin.
Perestupayesh cherez sebe, idesh dali vulycyamy mista bez nazvy.

Otze, kudy Ty ydesh...?! Otze, kudy Ty ydesh...?!
Otze, kudy Ty ydesh...?!
...hA?...Ha?...

Toz kudy Ty ydesh?! Shtovchayuchy pered soboyu lystya,
Spalene lystya, shcho yoho nazyvayut' mynulym.
Mynule, kotroho naspravdi nikoly ne bulo.
Tak samo, yak i tvoho zyttya. Toz, kudy Ty ydesh, nayivnyi?
Nichto shche ne vtik tak shvydko, nichto shche ne vtik vzahali.
V kinci nevydko nichoho...

Otze, kudy Ty ydesh...?! Otze, kudy Ty ydesh...?!

Toz, kudy Ty ydesh, nayivnyi? Nichto shche ne vtik tak shvydko,
Nichto shche ne vtik vzahali. V kinci ne vydko nichoho...
Lyshe brydko, blyz'ko vzytko, mytko...
Tak chochyt'sya blyuvaty, zabuty pro vse, pomerty, malyuvaty.
O chorni-chorni plyamy, lycya-yamy, lycya-yamy –
shchO z nAmy?, Shcho z naMy? Cey svit.
Ty kazesh sobi: "Cey svit – misce strazdan i bolyu"
Ty chochesh vtiknuty nazad dodomu. Ty chochesh vtiknuty nazad dodomu...
Ya bludnyi syn. Ya bludnyi syn...
Vtiknuty nazad dodomu. Vtiknuty nazad dodomu.
Vtiknuty nazad dodomu...
Pochuyte MenE aNheLy! Pochuyte mEne anHelY!

Otze, kudy Ty ydesh...?! Otze, kudy Ty ydesh...?!