My divchatam hraly na hitari,
V yunosti, koly cvily sady,
Nas lyubyly ochi, ochi kari,
A hubyly chorni, yak zavzdy.
My buly v kochanni nevhasymi,
My buly seryozni i smishni.
I kazaly: "Tak!", nam ochi syni,
Siri ochi nam kazaly: "Ni!"

Pryspiv:
Ochi, ochi, yak ya znovu chochu
Povernuty yunosti chasy,
Chochu, chochu, yak todi, shchonochi,
Plakaty vid Vashoyi krasy.

My litaly v nebesa dosvitni,
Anhely z shalenymy krylmy,
Zradzuvaly ochi nam blakytni,
A zelenym zradzuvaly my.

My prohraly yunist' na hitari,
Ta cey prohrash vartyi peremoh,
I ochey divochych vichni chary,
Kriz' zyttya my v serci nesemo.

Pryspiv