Budu ya

Nemaye mez tvoyii pusteli,
Tvoyi slova – elektroshok,
A ochi, trohy navizeni,
Shukayut niznosti kovtok
I nevblahanno znov maljuyesh
Lysh pohlyadom, moye im’ya.
Ta ne lyakaisya, yak vidchuyesh
Pryyemnyi smak – ce budu ya!

Pryspiv:
Lyshe pidiidy! Razom my – syla!
Lyshe dotorknys! Razom my – kryla!
Do neba lety – ya tak shotila!
Mene vidnaidy, ya – tvoyi kryla!
Ya – tvoyi kryla...

Lyubyty farsh tobi ne syla,
Vze zas poroznim pochuttyam!
Ne ta dusha tebe manyla,
Ne ta kohala polum’yam.
I nevblahanno znov shukayesh,
Lysh pohlyadom, moye im’ya.
Ta ne lyakaisya, yak piznayesh
Svoyu vesnu – ce budu ya!

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