V nichniy molytvi spovid' svicheyu oplyvaye,
Mov znak hricha chorniye hnit.
Zhasa tenditnyi promin,
Vmyrayuchy vtishaye,
Shcho navpil svit ne rozdilyt'.

Pryspiv:
U nochi zapytayu molytvoyu svoyeyu
Chomu na hore nam shchastyt'?
Nichoho z my ne znayem,
Ni sercem, ni dusheyu,
Shcho nenavydit', shcho lyubyt'.

Bezmezno dovhi nochi rozluka kolysaye,
Ta smutku ne pryspyt' vona.
Zabuty serce choche,
Koho dusha kochaye,
Ta syl na ce u nim nema.

Pryspiv (2)

Miy smutok obvinchavsya u chramoviy pechali,
Pishov zurboyu pid vinec'.
A sumniv ne zakravsya
Z bezodnoho provallya,
Shcho ce pochatok – ne kinec'... (3)