Sribnyi tuman, vin ohortaye plechi, yak oksamyt.
Pohlyad yiyi, yak i kolys' tak bozevilno p’yanyt'.
Chocha b na myt' zatamuvaty cyu pechal moyu.

Pryspiv:
Ya zirkoyu do nih tvoyich vpadu,
Yich budu ciluvaty do nestyamy.
Tebe znayshov ya na shchastya, chy bidu.
Tebe znayshov ya na shchastya, chy bidu.
Solodkyi hrich miy poryad z pochuttyamy.

Yak i kolys' ty stanesh vilna, nespokiyna dusha,
Yak i kolys' ya rozib’yu, ya rozib’yu cey kryshtal,
Shcho v sviti tim sylnishe niznosti.
Ya nebesa molyu, lyublyu.

Pryspiv