Chorne nebo, chorna doroha,
Vona u zmovi z lihtaryamy,
I yihnye svitlo maskuye
Yiyi chornotu.
Chorni ljudy v chornyh mashynah,
Fary ne rahuyutsya – yih svitlo mertve,
Chornyi pohlyad pitmy za rohom,
Chorne pyvo p’yut pid tentom skucyurbleni ljudy.
Pryspiv:
Yedynyi prominchyk svitla – (3)
Usvidomlennya toho, shcho ty des ye.
Chorni budynky, yih vikna svityatsya,
Ce svitlo chuze – ya ioho ne bachu,
Kryhty toho syaiva zirok ne dosyahaye moyeyi dushi,
Pohovanoyi pid tovstym sharom miskoyi chornoty.
Pryspiv