Bo ye vona

Ty pidiimayeshsya vranci
Pid svii velykyi budylnyk,
idesh na kuhnyu, p’yesh chai...
Tvoye vikno potemnilo
I sonce zranku zmarnilo,
I peresliduye vidchai...

I ne spase telefon
I syharety nabrydly,
Navit Windows ne hoche tebe rozumity...

Pryspiv:
Bo ye vona... Na cim sviti odna...
Kohana... Ale ne tvoya... vze

Shukayesh bezlich dorih,
Ale pryamuyesh odnoyu
Kozen chas, koznu myt...
I pam’yat b’ye v monitor tvii:
"Vona bula poryad!"
Oh baby, I miss you!..

I ne spase telefon,
I syharety nabrydly,
Navit Windows ne hoche tebe rozumity...

Pryspiv

Dumky rozdyahnuti tvoyi,
Stoyish na porozi...
I pryinyaty dzvinok abonent ne v zmozi...

Bo ye vona...