Yakshcho zelenyi, znachyt' temnyi lis,
Yakshcho rozevyi – tilky ranok,
Yakshcho ce bilyi – viter nam prynis
Zymy chastynku na ostanok.

Koly ce siryi, znachyt' budniy den,
Koly blakytnyi, znachyt' ne pochmuryi,
Yakshcho pozovklyi, znachyt' tilky klen
Lyshaye shaty v oseni-komori.

Pryspiv:
Moye zyttya – ce farby morya,
Podych neba, kolir doli.
Moye zyttya – ce akvareli,
Moye zyttya... (ves' kuplet – 2)

Koly chervonyi, znachyt' v poli mak,
Yak voloshkovyi, to nayivni ochi,
Yak teplozovtyi, prosto styhlyi zlak,
Shcho z kolosu na volyu choche.

A chorno-bilyi – to hazetnyi druk,
To klavishi moho klaviru,
Sumnoho dnya protyaznyi zvuk,
Ta chorno-bila prirva.

Pryspiv

Koly prozoryi, to chyyas' dusha,
Abo strumok v tenetach hayu,
Abo strofa moho virsha,
Abo chastyna rayu.

Yak prytomyvsya veselkovyi mist,
Yak chorno-bilyi stav, ne kolorovym,
Koly shukayesh v farbach zmist,
To ce zyttya z kraplynkoyu lyubovi.

Pryspiv