Navalylos' zelene more, vid yakoho tikaty strashno shche,
Yazykom po pisku provodyt', bo dlya morya pisok to lasoshchi.
Ya chovayus' mezy skelyamy, a vono distaye i tam mene,
B’ye po palcyach chvylyamy, b’ye cholodom, mov strumenem.

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

I des' hlyboko na dni vidkryvayet'sya svit,
Ale ne spryimut' yoho moyi ochi, yakshcho potraplyu tudy.
I vse hlybshe vbyvayet'sya tilo v hranit, more yist' pisok pid nohamy,
I zamerzli palci ne chuyut', shcho svit nasuvayet'sya horamy.

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