Panika

Zakrutylos, zupynylos moye misto, misto...
Vidchuvayu – zadyhayus, vsyudy tisno, tisno...
Poselylys v holovy vsih dumky zlisni:
Koho by z’yisty, skilky z’yisty, z’yisty, z’yisty!
Zakrutylys, zupynylys i osily
Pomaranchevo-blakytno-bili syly:
Ya prodalas, ty prodavsya – nas kupyly...
A my dali tishymos, shcho yily, pyly!

Pryspiv:
Skazy meni chomu vmyrayu?
Zupynyayu chas, ale vmyrayu?
Pravda shche zyve ya znayu, znayu!
De yiyi znaity, skazy meni?

Zakrutyvsya, zupynyvsya podyh ridnyi.
Ochi v ochi podyvylys virno-virno...
Duh svobody, nache para, ne potribnyi:
Tebe z’yily, mene z’yily, pizno, pizno!

Pryspiv