Vpaly rosy na pokosy,
Zasvitylysya navkolo.
Tam divcha chodylo bose,
Bilu nizku prokololo.

Zhynut' rosy, yak nad svitom
Sonechko ziyde bahryane,
Kraplya krovi samocvitom
U yoho prominni stane.

Bili rosy – to kochannya,
Shcho zyve lysh do svitannya;
Krov, shcho v sonci ne poblidla, –
To lyubov pravdyva y svitla.