Hen za synye more lynut' strily zuravliv,
A u moye serce plynut' spomyny rokiv,
Ya u spomyny polynu, pryhadayu znov
Tu smereku y polonynu, de cvila lyubov.

Pryspiv:
Moya persha lyubov, moya svitlaya zore,
Niby razom my znov ydem v smerekovyi hay,
Niby razom my znov, moye shchastya i hore,
Nedospivana pisnya, moya persha lyubov.

Oy letyat' roky-leleky hen u synyu dal,
Zalyshayut' v moyim serci smutok i pechal,
Znovu spomyn nahadaye dniv shchaslyvych myt',
Tvoyi ochi y nizni ruky, yak yich ne lyubyt'?

Pryspiv (3)

Hen za synye more lynut' strily zuravliv,
A u moye serce plynut' spomyny rokiv,
Ya u spomyny polynu, pryhadayu znov
Tu smereku y polonynu, de cvila lyubov.