Pryspiv:
Ya viryu, shcho des' ye cey kazkovyi ray,
Ya viryu, shcho des' tam, de skoro budu sam. (ves' kuplet – 4)

Shchos' do boli strashne koyit'sya navkolo,
Stalo modno chodyty do soboru.
Otrymaty na tyzden duchovni procedury,
A reshtu chasu provodyty v nichnomu klubi.

Viru, tak, ya mayu, slovo Boze vsi chytaly,
Yevanheliye vid Ivana vsi napam’yat' povyvchaly.
V rozumi znannya, a sercya yich daleki,
Ci lyudy navryad chy zrozumiyut' moyu temu.

Boze, zalyi serce suche,
Z-pomiz relihiy piznaty Tebe,
Schylyvshy kolina, napytys' zyttya,
Zbahnuty sutnist' duchovnoho buttya.

I poky ye chas ya budu namahatysya
Serce viddavaty, voli Tvoyiy pidkoryatysya.
I ne zabuvaty, shcho zyttya – ce myttyevist'
V porivnyani z vichnym shchastyam v rayu, bilya Tebe.

Pryspiv

Zyvuchy dlya sebe, ne pomichayut' nikoho,
Ehoyizm vidvodyt' yich vid Boha.
Vidcuravshys' svitla, temryavu pryimayut',
Pravdu brechneyu zaminyayut'.

Nabuvayuchy znannya – mudrosti ne mayut',
Mayuchy serce – pro noho zabuvayut',
Mayuchy dushu – tilo obyrayut',
Mayuchy kryla – chomus' ne litayut'.

Vira moya nechay ne znykaye,
Bazannya potrapyty ne zhasaye.
Sens zyttya svoho ya bachu tilky v c'omu
I nichto ne zupyne, mene na shlyachu do N'oho.

Roblyachy dobro, ity do kincya,
Ne zabuvayuchy, shcho myt' ce i ye zyttya!
Viru ne vtrachay, zyttya viddavay,
Boha pryimay, v ray potraplyay.

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