Hulyaye viter i meni ves' chas shepoche:
Doshchi spivayut' skriz' ne tilky pro sumne,
Kraplynky padayut' i stukayut' v vikonce
Pro te kochannya, shcho na sviti lysh odne.

Nechay na dvori osin vze taka cholodna
I zovtym lystyam trochy stelyat'sya dumky,
Yak styhli yabluka u tebe na dolonyach
Lezyt' kochannya v mene shchyre na dushi.

Zvychayno, ranok moze buty znov pochmurym
I v temno-sirych chmarach nebo vse, ale
Chervonym polum’yam kalyna pryvitaye
Palke kochannya, shcho v dushi moyiy cvite.

Buvaye, dovho duze tyahnut'sya chvylyny,
Ale z navishcho shvydko plynut' tak roky,
Moye kochannya u bezmeznomu prostori
Nazavzdy, Boze, ya prochayu zberehty.