Meza ne dostupna. Vse krashche, niz ye
Pulsaciyu bachu znov, prote chy pochuyu tebe?
Nabrydlo hovatys u dnyah, ce maize potreba
Ne bulo i ne bude v dumkah toho, shcho zovsim ne treba
Tam, de hovayutsya zori
Tam, de z’yavlyayutsya sny
Ya budu zavzdy s toboyu,
Bo ty ne potribna meni
Pryspiv:
Dai meni svitlo – zmozu bachyty kolory
Dai meni mriyi. Shcho ye krashche, niz ci sny?
Vmiyu bachyty hvyli,
Mayu zdatnist pobachyty chas
Nemaye bilshe nadiyi,
Bo vin ne vplyvaye na nas
Tam, de z’yavlyayutsya zori
Tam, de hovayutsya sny
Ty budesh zavzdy zi mnoyu,
Bo ya ne potriben tobi
Pryspiv