Zhaduyu pershyi nash pocilunok,
Mriya zbulasya ne u sni – na yavu,
Vzayemne kochannya – doli darunok,
Serce spivaye: tebe ya lyublyu.

Pryspiv:
Tebe ya kochayu, toboyu zyvu ya
I vse, shcho zachochesh, dlya tebe zroblyu,
Sylnishe lyubovi nemaye nichoho,
Ty vse zrozumiyesh... tebe ya lyublyu.

Dovha rozluka vichnist' tryvaye,
Skoro zustrinus' z toboyu ya znov
I v ochi pohlyanu, nizno obiymu,
I tycho ya skazu: tebe ya znayshov.

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