Mamma

Mamma,
Yakyi to sohodni den?
Ne vidsuvai shtor, bachysh, ya splju,
A v nebi bahato pisen!
Bahato tyazkyh not,
Bahato hirkyh sliv.
Vze krashche vtykaty v nout,
Na paru dniv
Stulyty svii rot...

Pryspiv:
I tut mene hap!
I tut mene hop!
A tam by shche takt,
A tut by shche... Stop!
Ya dumala nich,
Ya dumala den:
"Boze, za shcho meni stilky sumnyh pisen?"

Mamma,
A hochesh – ne idy,
Chochesh – skazy meni,
Zvidky u meni beretsya az stilky tiyeyi vody?
Ya ne dorikayu,
Ya zovsim ne proty,
Ya prosto zapysuyu noty...
V nebi pisen,
Yak nashyh z toboyu zym.
Ah, menshe z tym.

Pryspiv