Day meni pochuty vidvertu movchannya tyshu
Shche raz zazyrnuty, utnuty yakus' durnycyu
Ty dopovnyla chorom u solo ostannyu nishu
Vidpustyla i tyahne-nese mene zaliznycya
Day dokayfuvaty, dopyty ostanni noty
Vony i mene rozvyvayut'-krayut', yich chuty mushu
Strumom viddavaly torkannnya, pohlyady, foto
Skanuvaly i mylom zaslaly my nashi dushi

Pryspiv:
Zasma-a-a-a-ha ziyde,
V kupe kupuvaty p’yati kuty,
Sprahoyu stane nastupnyi den,
Ale ya zalyshayus' tam, yak i ty (ves' kuplet – 2)

Potyahy v polyci shtovchaly u rizni boky
Telefony styskaly, chekaly kartky vvimknutys'
Zalyshyly po sobi cinmy v kaminni mokrim
Nezabarom pobachytys' z vamy, abo pochutys'
Ne potribni tila nam vashi anitrochy
Prosto blyzche pidchod'te y vhoru zdiymayte ruky
Sumuvaty, hayaty chas, plesty nespokiy
Tak buvaye, shcho spohady narodzuyut' zvuky

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