Pryspiv:
Stomleni ochi, zmucheni dushi,
Tilo vtomylos' vid nelyuds'kych strazdan.
Ye shche nadiya, shcho budem duzi,
Nemaye viry, os' chomu, os' chomu... (ves' kuplet – 2)

Stomleni ochi, zmucheni dushi,
Tilo vtomylos' vid nelyuds'kych strazdan.
Ye shche nadiya, shcho budem duzi,
Nemaye viry, os' chomu zal!

Liky dratuyut', likarni ruynuyut',
Vse zalyshayte, vse tak, yak ye.
Za shcho pokarannya nesty ya mushu?
Dumka pro ce, os' shcho peche.

Rize na shmattya, bil napovnyaye,
Peklo ta y hodi, shcho tut kazat'.
Bachyty bat'kivs'ke hore,
Maty, bat'ko – dovedet'sya dohlyadat'.

Pryspiv

Ne hroshi, ne svit, ne nauka, ne liky,
Ne zdatni zminyty stanu moho,
Ye relihiya, a treba vira,
A chto z pryvede mene do Yoho?

Ni, postryvayte, viru ya mayu!
V c'omu zvertanni vira vse-taky ye,
Hospod' Isus, pro dopomohu blahayu,
Zberezy dlya sebe serce moye!

Day syly kolinam, day meni movy,
Shchob proslavlyaty vichno Tebe.
Dusha moya do tebe lyne.
Yak dobre, shcho v mene vira ye!

Pryspiv

Cya pisnya prysvyachuyet'sya vsim invalidam i lyudyam prykutym do lizka. Pam’yatayte, u vas ye krashche maybutnye, yake u vas nikomu ne vidibraty.