Nich

Nich nakryla sonne misto
Zirky sypljutsya namystom
Ty spivayesh chy movchysh,
Moze mriyesh ta letysh

Rozkryvaye nich nam ochi
V neyi ty beresh, shcho hochesh
Chochesh p’yesh, hochesh spysh
Chochesh mriyesh ta letysh

Zori vkryly nichne nebo
U nochi ye vse, shcho treba
Mozesh spat, mozesh pyt
Mozesh mriyat ta letit

Nich soboyu vse nakryla
Nas nese na svoyih krylah
Ty spivayesh chy movchysh,
Moze mriyesh ta letysh