Yakshcho vstyhnesh, to spiymay.
Ce bik rozcharuvannya
Ta shlyach, shcho ya znayshov –
kinceva myt' spryimannya
Shtovchny mene ta ydy
Nash svit nezvychno zminnyi
Ty krashcha unochi... ydy!

Pryspiv:
Bilshe ne shukay.
U temryavi movchannya – ya
Ne zupynyaysya, ce ne zasib, a meta
Ya rozpovim tobi pro krashchyi svit i znay:
Shcho ne pochuyu, koly skazesh – "proshchavay!"

Yakshcho zmozesh, to strybay.
Povitrya rozirvalos'
Ce sklo uyavnych stin,
Shcho tak zapam’yatalys'
Ty vhoru, a ya – vnyz
Cya poslidovnist' diy ne zminna
Zustrinemos' vnochi... ydy!

Pryspiv