I znov chtos' chodyt', yak tuman
Ne movyt' ani sliv
Ide do svoyich sniv
Ya probuyu yty po chytkiy zemli
I piznavaty vas,
Ale to she ne chas

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

Dyvnu postat' ya zustriv
Nastrashyvsya sebe
Pishov ne znayu de
Z vohnyu chtos' vynyk, potim znyk
Lyshylasya stina
I ya vkotre vze sam

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