Lito nazavzdy!

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

Pryspiv:
Hukayu: "Lito, zalyshaisya! Bud zi mnoyu!",
Hukayu: "Lito, zalyshaisya! Bud zi mnoyu!"

2
Zyma nastane, sonce zhasne, zaviye vse i pobiliye.
I ty u plavkah, i u lastah vze zalycyatys ne posmiyesh.

3
A ya hodytymu u shubi sered snihiv, shcho misto vkryly.
I za hutrom shovayu huby, shcho yak mahnit tebe manyly.