Pryspiv:
Syay na moyemu shlyachu,
Syay na moyemu,
Syay na moyemu shlyachu,
Syay na moyemu,
Bo bez tebe ya ne bachu, kudy yty,
Syay!
Bo meni potribna tilky ty! (ves' kuplet – 2)

Ya ne navazus' daruvaty tobi pisni,
Bo ne isnuye movy, u yakiy dlya c'oho stalo by sliv i
Kriz' snih, ya shchaslyvyi,
Na tvoye svitlo bihty zbyvayuchys' z nih, shchosyly

I zalyshy, meni svoyi slidy,
Blahayu, ne ydy
Koly tebe nemaye svit navkolo blidyi i
Ty yedyna nadiya, nikoho bilshe,
Bo tysyachi zirok poryad z toboyu nishcho

I ya hotovyi rozvodyty chmary rukamy,
Bo bez tvoho svitla ya padayu vnyz, nache kamin,
Tomu zachekay mene, ne vidlitay,
Syay na moyemu, syay na moyemu, syay!

Pryspiv

Budu Fandorinym, ty budesh moyeyu O-Yumi
Persha, yedyna i ostannya, vsi inshi nu-li,
Nemaye bilshoyi kary, niz sum yiyi,
Ty moya Kleopatra, vsi inshi mumiyi...

Dlya tebe holovna rol moho teatra,
Zarady tebe v biy – usi dyviziyi, usi eskadry!
Rym i Madryd,
London i Paryz –
Use do tvoyich nih, poky ty spysh...

Tvoyi pechali vytru vitrom, ce shche ne tytry
Z toboyu – tonny shchastya, bez tebe – sliz litry...
Vsi litery, i vsi slova dlya tebe – znay!
Syay na moyemu shlyachu, syay! (Syay!)

Pryspiv