Shcho bulo, to vze proyshlo,
Ale ya to ne zabudu,
Shcho bulo, to vze nema
I nikoly vze ne bude,
A shcho ye zavzdy myna
I nichym to ne vtrymayesh,
Pislya oseni zyma prychodyt',
Ty, napevno, znayesh.

Pislya oseni zyma
I znovu vsi dereva bili
Pislya oseni zyma
I lyudy, nache ochmanili
Pospishayut' na robotu
I nikomu to ne treba,
Shcho uze pryishla zyma,
A vzymku duze malo neba.

Chtos' vitayet'sya do mene
Ya ne chochu toho chuty
Vse, choho ya zaraz chtila b
Toho vze ne moze buty
Zamerzayut' moyi slozy,
Ale to moya problema
Shcho uze pryishla zyma,
To ne dlya tebe y ne dlya mene.

Pryspiv:
Shcho bulo, to proyshlo (to proyshlo),
To ne bude nikoly.
Shcho bulo, to proyshlo (to proyshlo),
To ne vernet'sya znovu.
Shcho bulo, to proyshlo (to proyshlo),
To ne bude nikoly
Shcho bulo, to proyshlo...

Shcho bulo, to vze proyshlo
I vsi ptachy moyi daleko,
Ya tak chtila buty z nymy,
Ale to meni ne lehko.
Znovu chtos' mene hukaye,
Ya ne chochu toho chuty,
Vse, choho ya zaraz chtila b,
To vze ne moze buty.

Shcho bulo, to vze proyshlo
I ne povernet'sya nikoly,
Ya sydzu na samoti
I na snihu malyuyu kola.
Vysychayut' moyi slozy,
Bo meni to vze ne treba,
Vze nichto tobi ne skaze,
Shcho bez tebe malo neba.

Pryspiv (2)

Shcho bulo, to vze proyshlo...