V bezsonnya kavy ya nallyu,
Choch nich ziyshla vze do kimnaty,
Boyusya vymovyt' "lyublyu",
Shchob toho slova ne zlyakaty.

Ce vik zyttya chy pochuttya,
Riznyci v cych slovach chymalo.
Ya sercem shche ne prochytav,
Shcho pohlyadom ty napysala.

Pryspiv:
Shche ne lyubov, ale use z
V dushi tak solodko i svitlo.
Yakas' proyasnena bezmez
Napovnyla vesnyane tilo.
Nemov svichus' bilya vikna
I hriyu mriyu karooku,
Shche ne lyubov, ale vona
Uze zdayet'sya za pivkroku.

Omanlyva buvaye myt',
Slova buvayut' vypadkovi,
Ale yak blahodatno zyt'
Svyatym peredchuttyam lyubovi.

Tomu malyuyu krov
I ty na foni synoho tumanu,
I znov zovu tebe do mriy –
Napivchuzu, napivkochanu.

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