Zihriy mene v svoyich dolonyach,
Poklych pryity u svoyi sny,
Z’yavys' meni u nich bezsonnu,
V micnych obiymach prytuly.

Ciluy lysh tak, yak ty umiyesh,
Torkaysya niznistyu dolon.
Chay vid nestyamy serce mliye
I z tvoyim b’yet'sya v unison.

Pryspiv:
Ya i ty to odne cile,
Ty i ya burchlyve more,
Ponesut' lyubov vitryla
Na shyrokiyi prostory
I v osinniy den chudovyi,
V sribnych rosach na svitanni,
Bude shchastya u lyubovi,
Bude shchastya u kochanni.

Pytay mene shchos' tycho-tycho,
Do sebe teplo pryhortay,
Abo z, movchy, ty moya vticho,
V poloni dotykiv blahan.

Chay ochi z neba nas soromlyat',
Ty zavtra bilshe ne pryidesh.
Ta nyni z ruk moyich nevtomnych
Ya obicyayu ne vtechesh!


Pryspiv