Sonce nam podaruye lito,
Tepli doshchi i kvity,
Svitlo v tvoyich ochach...
Vitry viyut' velykym svitom,
A my zachynyly vikna
I uvimknuly dzaz...

Bachysh,
Schodyt' nad mistom sonce,
Vazke promenyste sonce...
Shchuny napnuly vitryla
Vitrom, vitrom, vitrom...

Osin nam podaruye lystya,
Spovnenu sumu pisnyu,
Yabluk solodkych smak...
Misto –
Chymerne zachlyve misce
I my vze tikaly zvidsy
Ta povertalys' znov,
Tomu shcho

Sonce schodyt' na mistom,
Bachysh,
Vazke promenyste sonce,
Shchuny napnuly vitryla
Svitlom, svitlom, svitlom...

Vity, cholodni zymovi vity,
Zamerzly vchorashni kvity,
Ale u tvoyich ochach svitlo
I v temnych kimnatach svitlo.
I yim ne zbahnuty – zvidky
Ce svitlo v tvoyich ochach?..

Bachysh,
Schodyt' nad mistom sonce,
Vazke promenyste sonce...
Shchuny napnuly vitryla
Vitrom, vitrom, vitrom... (2)