U maybutnye ydesh, vid zyttya tikayesh.
Sered svitlych plyam, tin nazdohanyayesh.
Navkruhy chodyat' lyudy, navkruhy suyita.
A ty znovu samotniy, u dushi pustota.

Pryspiv:
Ne ozyraysya, mynule pokyn.
Vykyn na viter davnich spohadiv tin.
Kryla rozprav i do shchastya polyn.
V zahadkovu zyttya dalechin.

Sonce svityt' zhory, ta tepla ty ne mayesh.
Ty zhadav pro lyubov i znovu strazdayesh.
I tak chochet'sya shchastya, do bolyu, do kryku!
I tak chochet'sya znovu vidchuty shchyroho smichu.

Pryspiv

Den za dnem mynaye i prochodyat' nochi.
A ty vze sumnyi i zyttya ne chochesh.
Ta vono minlyve i sonce shche vsmichnet'sya.
Pislya dovhych zlyv i zihriye serce.

Pryspiv