Sonce

Sonce nam podaruye lito,
Tepli doshchi i kvity,
Svitlo v tvoyih ochah...
Vitry viyut velykym svitom,
A my zachynyly vikna
I uvimknuly dzaz...

Bachysh,
Shodyt nad mistom sonce,
Vazke promenyste sonce...
Shhuny napnuly vitryla
Vitrom, vitrom, vitrom...

Osin nam podaruye lystya,
Spovnenu sumu pisnyu,
Yabluk solodkyh smak...
Misto –
Chymerne zahlyve misce
I my vze tikaly zvidsy
Ta povertalys znov,
Tomu shcho

Sonce shodyt na mistom,
Bachysh,
Vazke promenyste sonce,
Shhuny napnuly vitryla
Svitlom, svitlom, svitlom...

Vity, holodni zymovi vity,
Zamerzly vchorashni kvity,
Ale u tvoyih ochah svitlo
I v temnyh kimnatah svitlo.
I yim ne zbahnuty – zvidky
Ce svitlo v tvoyih ochah?..

Bachysh,
Shodyt nad mistom sonce,
Vazke promenyste sonce...
Shhuny napnuly vitryla
Vitrom, vitrom, vitrom... (2)