Lyshaly chvyli na vodi mors'kiy slidy.
A ya spishyv tudy, de znov chekayesh ty.
I viter nis mene, choch ya letiv mov ptach,
Ya viryv vze todi, shcho zavzdy bude tak.

Pryspiv:
Bilshe nichto, tilky ty, tilky vo-u, vo-o,
Bilshe nichto, znayu, bilshe nichto.
Bilshe nichto, tilky ty, tilky vo-u, vo-o,
Bilshe nichto, znayu, bilshe nichto.
Pam-pa-ra-ram, pam-pa-ra-ram,
Pam-pa-ra-ram, pam-pa-ra-ram.

I znov tvoyi doloni na moyich plechach,
Ya lysh torknus' tebe, ya tviy rozlyyu strach.
I pestyt' nas uze ne sonce, a pisok.
I chochut' huby znov lysh hub tvoyich kovtok.

Pryspiv

Malyuye misyac' v mori sviy nichnyi peyzaz.
My znayem, shcho pryidemo shche syudy ne raz.
A ranok vze chekaye na porozi dnya,
I ty nareshti virysh v te, shcho kazu ya.

Pryspiv