Slova... Slova, nemov vual.
Tam, de tonka diahonal,
Zvuchyt' kryshtal.
A nich letyt' kudys' u dal.
Ne zalyshayuchy dlya nas
Chodiv, na zal.

Pryspiv:
Strilyay! Skazy, chomu boyishsya ty
Zrobyty cey ostanniy krok?
Davay! Nay bude tak yak chochesh ty!
Ya zaplatyv za sviy urok...
Proshchay, miy anhelok.
Davay! Tysny hachok.

Slova... Slova – almaz vyny,
Mov zachayilysya v dumkach
Na myt' vony.
I ot duel, i ot final,
Tam, de navkolo Kolizey,
Zvuchyt' metal.

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Proshchay, miy anhelok...
Strilyay...