Artist: Upanishads
Ranok protrusyt' v ochach pidsvidomist',
Dzerkalo skaze, shcho ty shche isnuyesh,
Hodynnyk namovyt' tebe pospishaty
U centr zyttya, shcho vyruye v bahni,
Tilo, shcho znaye, choho yomu treba,
Ochi, shcho sklasyfikuyut' i nebo
Pryspiv:
Suchasnyi chlopec', suchasna divchyna,
My – zuby mudrosti u roti vichnosti,
Suchasnyi chlopec', suchasna divchyna,
Vohon pala i kochannya u vidchayi
Bat'ky zhoduvaly nam sviy deshevyi dosvid,
Bat'ky zhoduvaly nam vtracheni mriyi,
Teper my nud'huyem u promenyach soncya,
Nas pestyt' na chvylyach viter-poviya,
Tilo, shcho prahne zvilnytys' vid sebe,
Ochi, shcho bachyly bilshe, niz treba
Pryspiv
Zruynuy svoyu zruchnist', druze,
I ty kruzlyatymesh z namy bayduze,
Ya dam tobi vidpovid' na vsi tvoyi pytannya,
My rozpalym bahattya nashoho bazannya,
Velyka vtecha samoho vid sebe,
Oholeni plechi, rozirvane nebo
Pryspiv