A osin, mov divchyna, niznosti prosyt',
Taka karooka, pokirna, sumna.
Dovoli pechaley, i sliz uze dosyt',
Shche soncya bahato, blakyti spovna!
V obiymach moyich zapalayesh bahryano,
Cilunky haryachi zbudzuyut' krov.
Doshchamy umytyi, ya – tviy niznyi ranok,
Yakyi kriz' tumany do tebe pryishov.

Pryspiv:
Osene, osene, ne hubys' u prosyni,
Tak tobi pasuyut' zoloti strichky!
Ne blahayu v prosyni ya druhoyi Oseni,
Chay pashat' na shchichkach v tebe zvaby – yamochky!

A osin, mov divchyna, niznosti prosyt',
Taka karooka, duchmyana, p’yanka,
U sukni prozoriy, shche y aystra v volossi,
Poday meni ruku! Moya os' ruka!
Pidemo, kochana, lyubytys' v tumany,
Malynovi dzvony umiyut' proshchat',
Doshchamy umytyi, ya – tviy niznyi ranok,
A ty – moye serce, moya ty dusha!

Pryspiv