Ya chovayu slozy v kyshenyach mynuloho dnya.
Vsi zabuly, shcho ce – znyat' zatvory z ruzzya.
Ta kulya – ce lysh te, shchomoze vbyty tilo tvoye.
Ta v neyi syly nema, mynuloho neyu ne vb’yesh.

Pryspiv:
A shcho to znachyt' vmerty v tobi,
Ya bachyla, yak padayut' z neba zirky,
A shcho to znachyt' vmerty v tobi,
Koly bazannya zdiysnyuyut'sya navpaky.

Vsi mriyi mayut' sviy pevnyi kincevyi etap.
Ya mayze zdiysnyla sviy ostanniy strybok.
Ty zovsim niyakyi i v lizku i tak.
Mene ne zbudzuye vid tebe telefonniy hudok.

Pryspiv