Ya shukayu v pusteli dalekoho mista,
Ya shukayu tebe u spletinni dorih,
V chornim mori yurby i zorya promenysta
Pohasaye i pada na bayduzyi porih.

Ya hukayu do tebe cherez viter i nebo,
Cherez doshch, cherez cholod, pozovkli lystky.
Ale holos miy tane, ne dochodyt' do tebe
I lamayut'sya z bolem miz namy mistky.

Pryspiv:
Vze nema, tebe nema.

Ya krychu do vitriv, ya blahayu ryatunku,
Donesty choch by slovo, uryvky plachu.
Tilky serce shchos' znaye, napyvayet'sya trunkom
I shchemyt' i bolyt', ya z vitramy lechu.

Ya ne chochu nichoho lysh pohlyanut' na skroni,
Shchoby svyato cvilo holube-holube,
Shchoby znovu spivaly tvoyi myli doloni,
Shchob pobachyty znovu choch shche raz tebe.

Pryspiv

Ale viter smiyet'sya, mchyt' chmarynok otary,
Cilyi svit ohortaye vze samotnist' nima.
Raptom usmich tviy blysnuv nache sonce za chmary
I pohas i tebe tut nema.

I nemaye vze kvitiv, nemaye vze mriy,
Tilky lystya opale i zachmarene nebo.
Ya stoyu na ulamkach ostannich nadiy
I krychu do tebe.

Pryspiv (2)

Ya shukayu tebe, tvoye im’ya shepchu.
Ya znayu, shcho tebe ne pobachu, shcho tebe ne znaydu,
Bo tebe vze nema i ne bude nikoly.