Ce bulo bilshe, yak son,
Sylnishe, aniz lyubov,
Yak nastupala vyshneva zyma...
Trava torkalasya nih,
Dusha torkalasya sliz,
A zori z neba kotylysya vnyz...

Pryspiv:
Mahiya trav, sriblo vody,
Nich na vustach lyshyt' slidy.
Sered nebes, nochi za kray
Klyche tebe mahiya trav
Do mene.

Yoho lyubyla ne ya,
Yoho chekala dusha,
Vona krychala yomu: pryyizdzay!
Vona letila za nym,
Lyshalasya naviky,
Ta tilky trapylos' vse navpaky...

Pryspiv

Ne zarikaysya darma,
Daremnych sliv ne kazy,
Shcho zahubyv, ne nazavzdy lyshyv...
Ce bulo bilshe, yak son,
Sylnishe, aniz lyubov,
A, znachyt', vse shche povernet'sya znov.

Pryspiv