Ne mozu sydity, spaty, yisty,
Chodyty, molytys', blukaty po mistu.
Shukaty tebe, chovatys' vid noho.
Ty, znayu, chekayesh, ta ya vze ne toy,
Boyus', shcho pryidu – tebe vze ne bude.
Ty des' poletysh, meni skazut' lyudy.

Pryspiv:
Chtos' v nebesach dyvyt'sya na nas
I choche shchob my buly.
Chtos' v nebesach... chtos' v nebesach...
Chtos' v nebesach dyvyt'sya na nas
I choche shchob my buly.
Chtos' choche shchob my buly.

Ne mozu movchaty, dyvytys' na nebo,
Dni rachuvaty i buty bez tebe.
Vohon hamuvaty v zkam’yanilomu serci.
Ty znay ya chekayu, choch ya vze ne toy,
Ne biysya, shcho pryidesh – mene vze ne bude.
Ya ne polechu bez tebe nikudy.

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