Ty pidiymayeshsya vranci
Pid sviy velykyi budylnyk,
Ydesh na kuchnyu, p’yesh chay...
Tvoye vikno potemnilo
I sonce zranku zmarnilo,
I peresliduye vidchay...

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

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

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

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

Pryspiv

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

Bo ye vona...