Na proshchannya ruku day meni,
V ochi podyvys', sercem pryhornys',
I "do zustrichi" skazu tobi,
Ta na myt' zupynys'.

Pryspiv:
O, moya lyubov,
Chom tak bezlich dorih
Rozdilyaye nas dvoch
Tak bahato nochey.
O, moya lyubov,
Bachu ya tviy porih
Cherez prostir dumok
Niznyi smutok ochey.
O, moya lyubov!

Pryhadala posmishku tvoyu,
Chom samotnya ya v tyshyni movchu
Perekynusya holubkoyu
I v tviy son polechu.

Pryspiv