Blahoslovlyayu zinku, shcho na svitanku vidslonyt'
Vikna v tvoyemu domi.
Yiyi vymyta shkira ryachtityme cholodom,
Yak roztyate vranishnye yabluko.
Zinku, yaka bezshelesno, navshpynkach
Proyde na kuchnyu,
Postavyt' kavu.
Yiyi ochi i ruky budut' pry c'omu smiyatys'.
Blahoslovlyayu cyu zinku,
Sonnu ptachu yiyi volossya,
Zatamovanyi podych yiyi chody,
Sirnyka, shcho horyt' miz palciv,
Rozdvoyuyuchys' u bezodnyach zinyc',
Povilnu blakytnu muzyku ven
Na ruci, pidnyatiy z hrebenem...
Blahoslovlyayu zinku, yaku ya tobi daruyu,
Zinku, yakiy nalezyt' pylnuvaty tviy dobryi ranok.
Ce ya vidlyvayu yiyi dlya tebe
Zi sliv yasnych, az pekuchych,
Shcho po krapli stikayut' poverchneyu shybky,
V yaku dyvlyusya,
I v yiyi hlybyni kolyvayet'sya
Pidvodna kvitka moho oblychchya...
Blahoslovlyayu cyu zinku – yak use-taky shkoda,
Shcho ciyeyi zinky tobi nikoly ne znaty.