Smiyut'sya, plachut' solov’yi
I b’yut' pisnyamy v hrudy...
Ciluy, ciluy, ciluy yiyi,–
Znov molodist' ne bude!

Ty ne dyvys', shcho bude tam,
Chy zabuttya, chy zrada,–
Vesna ide nazustrich nam,
Vesna v cey chas nam rada.

Na ment yedynyi zalyshy
Sviy sum, dumky i hore,
I strumin vlasnoyi dushi
Ulyi v shumlyache more.

Lovy letyuchu myt' zyttya,
Charuys', chmiliy, vpyvaysya,
I sered mriy i zabuttya
V rozkoshach zakochaysya.

Pohlyan: usya zemlya tremtyt'
V palkych obiymach nochi,
Lyst kvitci mriyno shelestyt',
Travi strumok vorkoche.

Vidbylys' zori u vodi,
Do chmar letyat' tumany...
Tam llyut'sya pachoshchi husti,
Tam hnut'sya verby p’yani.

Choho z stoyish bez ruchu ty,
Koly ves' svit spivaye?
Nalahod' struny zoloti –
Benket vesna spravlyaye!

Smilyvo ydy pid dzvin charok,
Z vohnem, pisnyamy v hosti
Na svyato radisne kvitok,
Kochannya, sniv i mlosti.