Osin zovtym malyuye lystya,
Osin bilym farbuye kosy.
Odyahla moyich lit namysto
I v darunok meni prynosyt'.
Niby vchora malym shche bihav
Po cholodniy rosi rankoviy,
I v svyatoshniy sorochci biliy
Slavyv svitle Rizdvo Chrystove.

Pryspiv:
Zachekay, ne kvapsya moya osene,
Ya tebe shche v hosti ne zaproshuvav.
Chay shche ya natishus' teplym litom,
Shche horyat' v sadu kochannya kvity.
Ya v hrichach ne vsich ishche pokayavsya,
Chay shche ya onukiv dochekayusya.
Ya shche zuravlem lechu u prosyni,
I tomu ne kvapsya, moya osene.

Posmichnulas' chytrunka-osin,
U kalynu chovayuchy sorom.
Tak, nenache proshchennya prosyt',
Shcho, mozlyvo, pryishla za skoro.
I nechay na moyim podvir’yi
Vze pryv’yalo use zelene,
Ya tobi vse odno ne viryu,
Shcho pryishla ty taky do mene.

Pryspiv