Strashnyi son

Navalylos zelene more, vid yakoho tikaty strashno shche,
Yazykom po pisku provodyt, bo dlya morya pisok to lasoshchi.
Ya hovayus mezy skelyamy, a vono distaye i tam mene,
B’ye po palcyah hvylyamy, b’ye holodom, mov strumenem.

Pryspiv:
I ya diznalas, nemaye hirshoho, aniz odnomu v holodnim mori.
Ya zdohadalas, nema strashnishoyi za tu hvylju, shcho mene zlomyt.

I des hlyboko na dni vidkryvayetsya svit,
Ale ne spryimut ioho moyi ochi, yakshcho potraplju tudy.
I vse hlybshe vbyvayetsya tilo v hranit, more yist pisok pid nohamy,
I zamerzli palci ne chuyut, shcho svit nasuvayetsya horamy.

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