Zirvy straik

Kozen tvii krok vvazayetsya virnym,
Vin ye duze sylnym.
Yakshcho skazesh stop – zupynytsya misto,
Bo v nomu ye tisno.

Ty ne rozumiyesh, shcho tobi potribno,
Vid svitu v yakomu my.
Misto ne ridne i serce ne zhidne,
Shcho ty ne takyi yak my.

Pryspiv:
Zirvy straik, otrymui kaif,
Vid toho, shcho zyvesh.
Znaidy draiv, poryn u noho,
i ty tez.

Vtrachayesh zv’yazok, shukayesh problemu,
Choch ce ye ne v temu.
Znai, vse bude OK.
Ty znov usmihneshsya i v pered poverneshsya, bo...

Ty rozumiyesh, shcho tobi potribno,
Vid svitu v yakomu my.
Misto ye ridne i serce vze zhidne,
Shcho ty ye takyi yak my.

Pryspiv