Ty bachysh bil v moyich ochach,
My zaplutalys' v svoyich pochuttyach.
I po moyiy shchoci bizyt' sloza,
Shcho zaminyt' bud'-yaki skazani slova.

Ya ziznayus' u svoyemu bozevilli.
Moyi kryla vze davno kolys' zhorily.
Ty, ne dumavshy, roztopchesh moyu dushu.
Dovirytys' tobi nikoly vze ne zmozu.

Pryspiv:
Vryatuy mene, yakshcho ne ty, to chto?
Zabud' mene, ce pevno ne lyubov.
Vidchuy te, shcho vidchuvayu ya:
Pechal na serci, v dushi pustota.

Rozbyta vshchent, zabuta naviky,
Mene nichto ne zmoze vryatuvaty.
Ya vykarbuyu ci slova v svoyiy dushi.
Ne zmozu strymaty slozy.

Pryspiv:
Vryatuy mene, yakshcho ne ty, to chto?
Zabud' mene, ce pevno ne lyubov.
Vidchuy te, shcho vidchuvayu ya:
Pechal na serci, v dushi pustota.

Nenavydzu vse ce, zmin vse navpaky
Chochu, shchob ce zabulos', nache v sni.

Pryspiv