Zachodyt' sonce i horyat' vohni,
A my z toboyu znykly u nochi,
Spivaye more, o-o-o!,
Shepochut' zori, o-o-o!
U teplych chvylyach misyac' zolotyi,
Plyve povoli u krayinu mriy,
Haryachyi viter daruye lito.

Pryspiv:
O-o-o, bilya morya,
O-o-o, lyshe z toboyu,
O-o-o, bilya morya,
Nam spivayut', tam de ya i ty.
O-o-o, bilya morya,
O-o-o, lyshe z toboyu,
O-o-o, bilya morya,
Podaruyu shchastya, tilky ne zhuby.

Tobi vidkryyu vsesvit pochuttiv,
Ty zrozumiyesh vse bez zayvych sliv,
Spivaye more, o-o-o!,
Shepochut' zori, o-o-o!
Nastane ranok novyi na zemli,
I znyknut' mriyi nache korabli,
Ale ya znayu, ty vse zhadayesh.

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