Mista i lyudy, zirky i lyubov.
Pid nebom harno sercyam bytys' vdvoch.
Tvomu kochannyu prostyahayu ruky
Cherez Chumac'kyi Shlyach,
Cherez prospekt Lyubvi.

Ridne misto, misto Cherson,
Mylishe tebe nema.
Bili stiny harnych domiv,
Balkony na cych domach.
A ya idu, hukayu tebe
Hulyaty do zori.
I my
Sami
Hulyayemo.

Misto kvitne, nache buket.
Daruyu yoho tobi.
Chysti ploshchi, mytyi prospekt,
V nych dyvlyat'sya lichtari.
A my vnochi, nad namy – zirky,
Nikoho skriz' nema.
I holos tviy, i potysk ruky,
I pershyi pocilunok.
Sered derev dychannya zibrav,
Tebe ya zupynyv.
Kazu
Tobi:
"Ya lyublyu".

Buly, buly, buly.
Buly, buly, dnyny.
Buly, buly, buly.

Moye zyttya, kochannya moye,
Tovarysh miy – Cherson.
Spilky, shlyuby –
V tvoye im’ya...