Molodyi

I zapytannya postavleni mnoyu,
meni nichoho ne dayut okrim dushevnoho pokoyu –
ce ye dyvno, oskilky, po skilky vidchuyu ya tvii holos
i sumno meni bo ya znayu ne dorosla ty, shche ni.

Pryspiv:
Ya shche molodyi, bo ya shche molodyi...

Ya vze ne pytayu, bo ya dobre znayu,
rozumiyu i tobi vidpovidayu na vidnoshennya vidnoshennyam,
takym yak ce zaproshennya do domu,
i hoch ya ne pishov i znayu, shcho u comu vsya pravda.

Pryspiv

I bile plattya, yakym ty dyvuyesh – ioho des tam zahovayesh
bo tilky coho bazayesh, tilky coho chekayesh!
Choch za stinoyu hovaisya – vse odno mene naidesh ty
i dovoli pravdyvo pochuyesh nareshti, shcho

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