Cholodnyi viter v ochi meni,
Melancholichno syayut' mista vohni.
Slova, mov ryby, tycho splyat' v hlybyni
Ya neruchomyi, mov ostriv.
A tvoyi slozy – cholodna rosa,
Bayduze dyvlyat'sya unyz v nebesa.
I zoden z nas dyva bilshe ne zde.
Vze ty sama, ya sam.

Des' tycho blyuz lunaye u nochi,
Nu shcho z ty, serce, movchysh?

Pryspiv:
Letyt' daleko, yak leleka,
Moye serce nad zemleyu,
I shukaye kray zemli i samoty.
Tvoyi malyunky palyt' speka
I vkryvaye lid stosunky,
Choch tebe ya sto raziv uze prostyv.

Scenariy shchastya prostishe vody
I happy end ye u p’yesi zavzdy.
Ale chto moze distatys' tudy,
Yakby bulo b ce tak prosto.
U huchnomovci chvylya plyve,
Mene vze poshepky ty ne pozvesh.
My ne znaydem syniy zoryanyi chram.
Vze ty sama, ya sam.

Des' tycho blyuz lunaye u nochi,
Nu shcho z ty, serce, movchysh?
Des' tycho blyuz lunaye u nochi,
Nu shcho z ty, serce, movchysh?

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