Zakrutylos', zupynylos' moye misto, misto...
Vidchuvayu – zadychayus', vsyudy tisno, tisno...
Poselylys' v holovy vsich 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 znayty, skazy meni?

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

Pryspiv