Zdavalos' buv zvychaynyi litniy den,
Naspivuvav veselych ya pisen,
I mistom ya blukav, todi ya shche ne znav,
Shcho ty do mene bilshe ne pryidesh.

Do morya z inshym vid’yizdzala ty,
Pokynula nash ostriv dobroty,
V ochach u mene sil, hirkyi u serci bil,
Bo ty spalyla niznych mriy mosty.

Pryspiv:
A lyubov, a lyubov storonoyu yde,
Zahubyly shchastya my, bilshe ne znaydem.
A lyubov, a lyubov storonoyu yde,
My z toboyu shchastya znov bilshe ne znaydem.

Zaydu v kafe de my buly udvoch,
Nallyu vyna i vyp’yu ya za dvoch,
Shcho zhasly dvi zori ne vir tomu hrim,
Ale za ce sudytyme nas Boh.

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