Solodkyi dykyi med, dorohy strimkyi let,
V serci vyruye krov – moze to Lyubov?
Ale sumna dusha bachyty ne baza soncya i dyvnyi svit,
I ne tane lid.

Pryspiv:
Znay, moya myla, znay, moya kochana –
Dushu zihriye lyubov, pizno chy rano.

Yak sonce novyi den u sum tvoyich ochey,
Dyvys', pryishla vesna i dzvenyt' struna.
Sriblom i zolotom bentezyt' dyvnyi son,
I merechtyat' vnochi zori nad Dniprom.

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