Steche chakluns'kyi son u kelychovu mryaku,
V rozplavlenych svichach iskryat'sya 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, probach'te, rady Boha,
A svichka shche zyva, ya skoro dohoryu.

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

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

Pryspiv

Slova, slova, slova...
Slova, slova, slova...
A svichka shche zyva, probach'te, rady Boha,
A svichka shche zyva, ya skoro dohoryu.