Slova

Steche chaklunskyi son u kelyhovu mryaku,
V rozplavlenyh svichah iskryatsya dzerkala.
Nash vohnyk napivton, buv teplym doostanku,
A ty kudys pishla, u sutinky pishla.

Pryspiv:
Slova, slova, slova, mov istyna voloha.
Slova, slova, slova, mov postrily v zaryu.
A svichka shche zyva, probachte, rady Boha,
A svichka shche zyva, ya skoro dohoryu.

Pid Vashym, pid viknom, ne zabryazkoche dzvonyk,
Ne sputaye slidiv, mii vichno spishnyi krok.
Zavershennya, yak spiv, prekrasne i solone,
Yak pyl moyih zirok, yak pyl moyih zirok.

Prydumaite syuzet pro niznist, i pro lito,
De vym’yata trava, i dvi voloshky v nii.
Rozsypanym draze zakotyatsya v stolittya,
Slova, slova, slova, pechalni i smeshni.

Pryspiv

Slova, slova, slova...
Slova, slova, slova...
A svichka shche zyva, probachte, rady Boha,
A svichka shche zyva, ya skoro dohoryu.