Poplach

U litnyu teplu nich nasnyvsya son meni,
Z tvoyih sumnyh ochei pokotylas sloza,
Rozmova vich-na-vich, i ya dav slovo tobi,
Podali vid ljudei, skazala, budu sama.

Poplach... Poplach...
Poplach... Poplach...
Choch ne za mnoyu, ale poplach.

Z mriilyvymy zoryamy, shcho kohayutsya svitankom tam,
Povernus ya odyn i yak zavzdy ni z chym,
Chvylyna radosti, a dali smutok, pechal...
Navishcho ce meni? Ya budu krashche, yak ty... cam...

Poplach... Poplach...
Poplach... Poplach...
Poplach... Poplach...
Choch ne za mnoyu, ale poplach.