Moye zyttya

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

Koly ce siryi, znachyt budnii den,
Koly blakytnyi, znachyt ne pohmuryi,
Yakshcho pozovklyi, znachyt tilky klen
Lyshaye shaty v oseni-komori.

Pryspiv:
Moye zyttya – ce farby morya,
Podyh 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 volju hoche.

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 tenetah hayu,
Abo strofa moho virsha,
Abo chastyna rayu.

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

Pryspiv