Na oskolkach mriyi ya buduyu dim:
Iz ryadkiv poeziy svitli vitrazi,
Na strokatim tli kryla tych nadiy,
Shcho zlitaly v nebo, nache zuravli,
Shcho zlitaly v nebo, nache zuravli.

Pryspiv:
Dim nezdiysnennych mriy, svitlych mriy!
Za spynoyu ochi, mov kryshtal,
Spohadiv-dumok bezkinechnyi striy,
Nache drevnich mifiv pro Svyatyi Graal!

V misyachnomu syayvi richka zolota,
V neprohlyadnu nevid' lyne, nache ptach,
I topolya bila – vichna syrota –
Nakryvaye lystyam moho domu dach,
Nakryvaye lystyam moho domu dach.

Pryspiv

Vovkulaka dolya perechodyt' hran –
Za mezeyu shchastya – holosne vyttya;
Chochu zachovatys' vid ukusiv-ran
V domi virtualnim, chochu zabuttya,
V domi virtualnim, chochu zabuttya!

Pryspiv