Mai rai

Ochi na myt zapljushch, sluhai muzyku dush,
rozum vtopy v vyni, hto de, my tut sami.
Ya nebo hytayu...

Pryspiv:
Mai rai de dyshysh, mii rai lyshe ye tysha.
Mai rai de dyshysh, mii rai lyshe...

Krashche podyh vitryl, hirshe pomahy kryl,
pohlyad zaimanyh sliv, dushu htos zahubyv.
Ya zirky zryvayu...

Pryspiv:
Mai rai de dyshysh, mii rai lyshe ye tysha.
Mai rai de dyshysh, mii rai lyshe...

Ye ljubov, ye zyttya i ye mriya,
ye iljuziya miscya dlya shchastya,
cholovichyi pochatok to yan ye zinochyi in dlya prystrastya
koly vymovyty hochu vse, a vse vymovyty i ne vdastsya
znayu ya tochku zoru odnu, nas pryrecheno zyty dlya shchastya!
V ljudyah ye osoblyve pryznachennya, kozen maye stvoryty svii rai,
vyklykai dolju yiyi na pobachennya i trymai iyi, duzche trymai.
Koly radoshchi zminyuyut trudnoshchi, koly v serdci bazannya chekai,
ne zvazai na vsilyaki premudroshchi, namahaisya stvoryty svii rai.

Pryspiv