Текст песни Artem Zhuravko - В.Стус - Як добре те, що смерті не боюсь я...

Yak good ones scho smertі I'm not afraid
The I do not cherish, chi heavy're Mine Chrest.
Scho you gods, not a clone nizko
In peredchuttі nedovіdomih verstv.

Scho alive-i-loving nabravsya not bad,
Nenavistі, proklonu, kayattya.
You're Mine people, to you I shte true,
I in smertі Wrap up Zhittya

Svoїm strazhdennim i kindly oblichchyam,
Yak blues, Tobi pre-earthly worship
I will look at the I honestly chesnі tvoї vіchі,
The I Chesney slozami obіllyus.

So you want to pozhiti godinku Hoch,
If my rozіv'єtsya bіda.
Hai will come in Lesya Ukrainka gostі,
Franco, Shevchenko i pan.

That Vzhe! Movchi! Zablukany in puschі,
No longer remstvuy, poziray in Glebe,
In there, scho rozpuknetsya in the future
The I ruzheyu zakvіtne colo xib.