Ne stelys', tumane, ne shumit' topoli,
Ne pechalte ochi vy, berizky holi!
Vyidu ya u pole, tam, de syn navkolo,
De chohos' shukaye perekotypole;
De kohos' shukaye, to bizyt', to stane...
Ne shumit' topoli, ne stelys' tumane.

Vechir chornobrovyi, syni nebokrayi,
Ya u poli stanu, pro vesnu zhadayu,
Pro vesnu pro lito, yak zitchalo zyto,
Yak tremtily v nebi ptyc' dzvinki pryvity,
Yak torkavs' hubamy ya yiyi volossya
I serdec' dvoch pisnyu sluchalo kolossya.

Chay davno zozulya v lysti odkuvala,
Serce znov chekaye, shchob vesna nastala,
Shchob nastalo lito, shchob zitchalo zyto...
Serce, moye serce, de tebe podity?