1
Pisok haryachyi, bili chvyli, vitrylnyky i deltoplany.
Navkolo vsi divchata myli, ta ya popala v tvoyi plany.

Pryspiv:
Hukayu: "Lito, zalyshaysya! Bud' zi mnoyu!",
Hukayu: "Lito, zalyshaysya! Bud' zi mnoyu!"

2
Zyma nastane, sonce zhasne, zaviye vse i pobiliye.
I ty u plavkach, i u lastach vze zalycyatys' ne posmiyesh.

3
A ya chodytymu u shubi sered snihiv, shcho misto vkryly.
I za chutrom schovayu huby, shcho yak mahnit tebe manyly.