Moya chashka – ce Indiyi bereh, de sonce i speka.
Na moyemu stoli mapa, vohon i gandza.
Ya lyublyu sonyachni chvyli i promeni Boha.
A shche ya lyublyu ciluvaty tebe...

Pryspiv:
Moya Tinha-Linha, aha, aha-ha-ha,
Tinha-Linha, aha, aha.
Tinha-Linha, aha, aha-ha-ha,
Tinha-Linha, a-ha-ha.
Tinha-Linha, a-ha-ha.

Moho neba torkayet'sya sonce i nebo smiyet'sya.
I daruye nezvidani kryla y dorohy gandza.
Tvoyi ochi zeleni yak more, yak rayduha – serce.
I teplym prominnyam svoyim ohortaye mene...

Pryspiv

V nashim nebi ptachy, a u horach tumany i travy.
U dzerelach voda, a povitrya solodke y p’yanke.
Ya spivayu i pisnya ocya u horach lunaye.
Ty teplym kochannyam svoyim ohortayesh mene...

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