Pocilunky loskochut' huby,
Vid rozluky syviye krov,
Ya znaydu, ale znov zahublyu,
Zahubyvshy, shukayu znov.

Ya likuyu v dushi zastudu
I vykachuyu perelyak...
Pryhadayu – i znov zabudu –
Ne zminyty c'oho niyak...

Pryspiv:
Pobazayu sobi udachi,
Kelych doli dop’yu do dna,
Yakshcho osin doshchem zaplache –
Zasmiyet'sya doshchem vesna!

Ya rozchrystanyi, ya upertyi,
Ne dovedenyi do puttya,
Ya – i kat, i vodnochas – zertva,
I pidsudnyi ya, i suddya.
Viryu v te, shcho ostannya osin
Podaruye shchaslyvi dni.
Chtos' skladaye v panchochu hroshi,
Ya z skladayu v dushi pisni.

Pryspiv

Ya shche y dosi blukayu svitom,
Do zymy uze pidiyshov...
Yakshcho budut' mene sudyty,
To lyshe za moyu lyubov.
Polamayu zalizni hraty,
I do tebe vernusya znov,
Yakshcho budut' mene proshchaty,
To lyshe za moyu lyubov.

Pryspiv (2)

Yakshcho osin doshchem zaplache –
Zasmiyet'sya doshchem vesna!