Stoyaly poruch, den splyvav osinniy,
Svitylo sonce z zovtoyi imly
I raptom poyednalys' nashi tini,
A dushi poyednatys' ne zmohly...

Stoyaly poruch na krayu rozluky
I na porozi dovhoyi zymy,
I raptom poyednalys' nashi ruky,
A dushi poyednatys' ne zmohly...

U dyvo viryt' tilky toy, chto lyubyt',
Nevze use na sviti – do pory?
I znovu poyednalys' nashi huby,
A dushi poyednatys' ne zmohly...

Hirka obraza stala pomiz namy
I tycho hasne polum’ya svichi...
Yak lehko poyednatysya tilamy,
Yak vazko poyednaty dvi dushi...