Puchnasta chmaryna lyne rikoyu
Sonce iz neyi led'-led' prozrivaye,
A serce moye pokrylos' zurboyu,
I vse ce prekrasne,– povoli zhasaye.

Ta chmara, shcho oko moye myluvala,
Shcho zroshuvala p’yanki kvity,
Te sonce, shcho dushu moyu zihrivalo,
Y lyubylo pry schodi hority...

Use ce pohaslo, mov polum’ya svichky,
Mov vohnyk, u dalyni,
Mov kvitka samotnya v zemli bilya richky, –
U myt' ce pohaslo v meni...

Pryspiv:
Pryishla ta hodyna smutku y pechali,
Hodyna, shcho serce neshchadno ranyt'.
Te serce, shcho spohady v nomu brynchaly,
Ta zaraz, lysh v hrudyach nesterpno bolyt'.

Bolyt' do nestyamy i dumka cholone,
Ostannya myt' dohoraye...
Zhoryt', i serce naviky polyne
Do soncya, shcho vichno palaye...

Toz hlyanu ya shche raz na zovti polya,
Na nebo, shcho barvamy hralo,
I vyishov miy duch... Ohornula zemlya
Te serce, shcho zirkoyu stalo.

Pryspiv

Pryishla ta hodyna smutku y pechali,
Hodyna, shcho serce neshchadno ranyt'.
Te serce, shcho spohady v nomu brynchaly,
Ta zaraz, lysh v hrudyach nesterpno bolyt'.