Sviy plan chovayu, ta ne pam’yatayu de, tyazko zitchayu,
Dychannya styskaye, moyu dushu rozryvaye.
Plakaty ne namahayus', bo ya znayu, sliz nemaye,
Ci porozni ochi dbayut' pro tvoye... tvoye zyttya
Bez moyich tychych sliz i bez moyich strazdan,
I pro moye spravznye shchastya
V tvoyich obiymach i bez dorikan.

Pryspiv:
Ya viryu lysh v tebe,
Ty v serci lyshayesh slid.
Pobachysh, vse myne
V nas bude cilyi svit.

Tebe shukayu, bo tebe nemaye, de ty ye ne znayu,
Chtos' mene hukaye, chtos' mene davno chekaye,
Ale ya nichoho ne spryimayu, krim svoyich dumok,
Ty chuyesh, ya tebe blahayu:zabery zvidsy mene,
Syudy vze svitlo tak davno ne pronykaye,
Zachovay, doky shche ye v moyich ochach nadiya,
Bo vona znykaye...

Pryspiv

Tobi, tomu, chto bachyt' moyi sny,
Tomu, chto chuye vsi dumky,
Tomu, chto viryt' v svitli dni,
Use viddam tobi:
Use, shcho bachu i use, pro shcho ya mriyu
Ya ne vtrachu – vse ce ty v sobi zihriyesh.
Vse zyvu chym, vse, pro shcho ty shche ne znayesh
Ne chovayu – vse v ochach moyich chytayesh.