Yak bahato superzirok
Poroslyh ocheretom,
Des tam Tom Dzons spivaye
Pro zelenu, zelenu, zelenu, zelenu travu.
V taku nich misyachnu boramy
Vodyt horovody pro openky
Prytrusheni cynamonom,
Prytrusheni...
Yakby ya hotiv polynuty znovu
Tym Chumackym shlyahom nazad,
Pooraty shche teplyi pyl, pooraty shche pyl,
Pooraty shche...
V taku nich vidkryvayutsya
Naibilshi operni teatry svitu,
Dlya tyh, hto v mori, dlya tyh, hto ne spyt
Ella Fitzdzerald mazetsya hlynoyu holuboyu.
My ne propadem u comu sviti,
Nikoly, nikoly, nikoly ne sumuvatymu,
Zovsim yak derevo nyzenko nad vodoyu,
Zovsim yak derevo nyzenko nad vodoyu.