Chuyesh bil

Chuttya v mene ye, sho zyttya nema
Nema dlya mene prav
Koly bude kinec

I znov htos hodyt, yak tuman
Ne movyt ani sliv
Ide do svoyih sniv
Ya probuyu ity po hytkii zemli
I piznavaty yih
Rahui, sho to ne hrih

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O-o-o, o-o-o, chuyesh bil?
Chuyesh bil, chuyesh bil?
O-o-o, o-o-o, chuyesh bil?
Chuyesh bil, chuyesh bil?

Znov dyvnu postat ya zustriv
Nastrashyvsya sebe
Vtikav ne znayu de
Z vohnyu htos vynyk, potim znyk
Lyshylasya stina
I ya vkotre vze sam

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Znovu hirkyi i siryi bachyv ya son
Lystya kudys letilo v dyvnyi polon
Poyizd tyazkyi i temnyi stav, yak stina
Bih ya i tratyv syly, chuv, de vona
Tyahnetsya syva dnyna
Chochu vtekty,
Ale stina yedyna
Ne dast proity

Tyho des anhel hraye moyih pisen
Ya vze ne dochekayus, shob kinchyvsya den
Moze yiyi pobachu, syl vze nema
Poyizd tyazkyi i siryi
Stav, yak stina...

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