To vze veresnevyi viter roztryvozyv verchovittya,
Tychshe stav ptashynyi homin, bo vze chas sumnych pisen,
Zaruchyv nas serpen, myla, dav nadiyu v c'omu sviti,
Ta pishov u nich i znydiv, bo vze osin vyishla v den.

Pryspiv:
My u chovnyku hoydalys',
Maly obriy za prykrasu,
Ta zabuly, shcho chvylyny,
Ce malenki chvyli chasu
Poky my pid zorepadom
U vinky splitaly ruky
Chvyli vynesly nas v more,
More vichnoyi rozluky.

Dvi stezyny z odniyeyi roziyshlysya po kray pruha,
A samotniy sribnyi chovnyk tone v chmarach ta imli,
Chay shchastyt' tobi v nehodi, serce chay ne kraye tuha,
My zakryly ochi v nebi, a vidkryly na zemli.

Pryspiv