Pryletyt' na more synye,
I na myt' sviy lot zupyne,
I do chvyl prostyahne ruky, –
I pollyut'sya z morya zvuky:
"Yo-cho-cho" – nache choriv
tychi boyi – "Yo-cho-cho".

Pryspiv:
To zamovkne, to zahraye,
To smiyet'sya, to zitchaye –
Z koznym z nas take buvaye,
Yak kochannya rozum zabyraye.
To zamovkne, to zahraye,
To smiyet'sya, to zitchaye –
Z koznym z nas take buvaye...

Ale viter vdare v struny –
I hrymlyat' iz chvyl peruny.
More stohne, pleshche, hraye,
Berehy hranitni kraye.
"Yo-cho-cho" – nache choriv
tychi boyi – "Yo-cho-cho".

Pryspiv

Znovu more hraye tycho,
Znovu arfa ledve dycha...
Shche ruka na strunach mliye,
A vze viter zvodyt' viyi.
"Yo-cho-cho" – i krychyt' i v biliy pini,
"Yo-cho-cho" – sriblyt', bilyt' chvyvi syni.
"Yo-cho-cho" – obnimaye, pryhortaye,
"Yo-cho-cho" – sam ne znaye, shcho kochaye!

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