Vulyci mista zasypani snihom,
Po snihu lyudy bihaly,
Chodyly sobi cilyi den chto kudy,
Bez zadnoyi dumky lyshaly slidy.
Kozen slid – insha lyudyna,
Insha sekunda, insha hodyna.
Cikavo, yakshcho po slidam cych pity,
Kudy vony mozut' mene pryvesty?

Pryspiv:
Sumno, koly nema...
Cholodno, koly zyma...
Napevno, shchob bulo znov charivno
Maye buty chasom
Sumno, koly nema...
Cholodno, koly zyma...
Napevno, shchob bulo znov charivno
Maye buty sumno...

Lyudy chodyat' po svoyim marshrutach,
Zustrichayut'sya to tam, to tut.
Ridshe, chastishe, yak na svitloforach,
Chasom kyvayut', a chasom hovoryat',
Chasom dorohy yich paralelni.
Vechir, nich, ranok i den,
Lyudy do sebe, yak snih prylypayut',
Slidy roziyshlysya – i lyudy skuchayut'...

Pryspiv

Lyudy ye rizni, yich tak bahato,
A po slidach ty ne mozesh vpiznaty.
Za kym ty pidesh i, yak vono bude?
Daleko zaydesh, chy skoro zabudesh?
Slidy ye malenki i ye hlyboki,
Na dekilka dniv i na tysyachi rokiv.
Chochet'sya tak nastupaty na zemlyu,
Nikoly ne mriyuchy, shchoby yich sterly...

Pryspiv

Sumno...
Cholodno...
Napevno...
Sumno... Sumno...
Cholodno...
Napevno, shchob bulo znov charivno
Maye buty sumno!..