Vulyci mokri, she ya ne spav
Tvoyi sny u binokl pidhlyadav
Vpalo vnyz nebo, a ya pidnyav
Rozstelyv po korydori i namalyuvav

Pryspiv:
Siryi pavuk chytaye nazvy starych hazet
Ya malyuvav rukamy na nebi tviy portret

Znyzu beton, zverchu litak, moze to ray
Sprava vohon, zliva voda i farby lynyayut'
More mashyn, more ruyin, shukayu sviy dim
Vulyci ye, mokri vony, ya ne odyn

Pryspiv