I
Dveri zamkneni na vsi zamky – nichto ne vyide.
Po kimnati rozkydani rechi y kvity.
I blukayut' mriyi v syharetniy mli,
Zalyshayuchy dorizky na moyemu oblychchi!

Pryspiv:
Ce vse, nashe nekonchene kochannya!
Ce vse, nashi nezrozumili bazannya.
Yakshcho chochesh zyty – navchys' vmyraty!
Yakshcho chochesh pomerty – navchys' spivaty!

II
Zvychaynyi tremor ruk, tyahnuchy dohory.
Zvychaynyi pochmilnyi duch i hude v holovi.
Zalyshayuchys' u temryavi svoyich dumok –
Suyu dulo u rot i styskayu hachok!

Pryspiv

III
I ya cholonu vid toho, shcho krov stikaye,
I ya radiyu za te, shcho teper nemaye.
Kochannya nashe skinchylos' smertyu moyeyu,
Ne chuty holos miy – ya dlya nebes spivayu!