Pryspiv:
A ty bizy-bizy z mista do soncya i dali
Shchob ne zlovyly ta ne nazdohnaly
A ty bizy-bizy z mista do soncya tak treba
Shchob dotorkatysya rukamy do neba (ves' kuplet – 2)

1
Mene zvut' Forest, Forest Hamp
Mene ne klychut' – ya prychodzu sam
Ya vtomyvsya, zupynyvsya, a do c'oho ya bih
Prosto bih ob asfalt kilometriv dorih
Stoptav bahato cherevyk, chto skaze navishcho?
I chomu tak vyishlo? U chomus' navit' smishno
Bula b poruch matusya vona b vidpovila
U neyi zavzdy buly vidpovidi, ale yiyi nema
Vona hovoryla: "Yak by Boh robyv vsich odnakovymy", –
Vona vpevnena, – "vin zrobyv by vsich kalikamy".
A shche vytyrayuchy ruky ob spidnycyu
Hovoryla pro te, shcho duren durnyu – riznycya
Pro ce dumav, lezachy u lizku, dyvlyachys' na stelyu
De viter skladav tini hillya mov iyerohlify
I pro Dzyeni yaka hovoryla meni
Lyshe odne: "Forest bizy"

Pryspiv

2
Pryhadayu toy doshch, yakyi shov mayze rik
I raptom skinchyvsya, a potim z’yavylys' soldaty
I pochaly po nas strilyaty, komus' bilshe, komus' menshe
Otrymaly usi. Ya vynis Babbu z vohnyu, bulo pohano yomu
Yak by znav, shcho z nym rozmovlyayu v ostannye
Skazav by shchos' nezvychayne, a vyishlo yakos' po-durnomu
A vin prosto skazav: "Forest, ya chochu dodomu"
Os' tak vtrachav druziv u krayini soten dorih
Ya shche chuyu yich smich, u snach bachu oblychchya
Ne znayu chomu tak vyishlo, shcho ya povernuvsya z viyny, vony ni
Sydzu u tyshi na samoti, dyvlyus' na steli
Tam na biliy pusteli smiyet'sya iyerohlif
Z hillya ta vitru, ya niyak do c'oho ne zvyknu
Vyidu na avtoban, i za plechyma ne mov "Run, Forest, Run"

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