Shchos moye

Cei viter nahadav meni pro te, shcho ya zyvu,
Vvirvavshys iz nebes u dushu stomlenu moyu,
Ce misto stalo svitlym bez bazan i lyshnih sliv,
Yak vazko ne roztanuty pid soncem siryh dniv.
Koly znykaye svitlo i pitma z’yidaye nas,
Spynyayetsya cya vichnist, zavmyraye tyho chas,
U poshukah sebe nam ne dano sebe znaity,
My znovu b’yemos z tinyamy svoyeyi samoty.

Ya znayu, shcho ye,
Ya viryu, shcho ye,
I shchos moye...
De sonce horyt,
De nich znov ne spyt,
Ya bachu sebe.
V zakrytyh ochah,
Rozbytyh sercyah,
Mii bil shche zyve...
Ya znayu, shcho ye,
Ya viryu, shcho ye,
I shchos moye.

Ci ljudy staly tinyamy, rabamy pochuttiv,
Bezkrainistyu obmezen yih cei svit davno zlovyv,
Cya tysha znov nahaduye pro slipotu dumok,
I znovu my ne zdatni na odyn rishuchyi krok.
Koly znykaye svitlo i pitma z’yidaye nas,
Spynyayetsya cya vichnist, zavmyraye tyho chas,
U poshukah sebe nam ne dano sebe znaity,
My znovu b’yemos z tinyamy svoyeyi samoty.

Svit onlain, zori padayut v kysheni,
Ya ne znav, shcho my lyshe misheni,
V brudi ya i vodnochas na sceni,
Cei karnaval...