Zapytayu sribni zori, neba synyu dal:
Chy smiyet'sya radist', chy pechal?
Zapytayu hory syni, riky i morya:
Chy to plache radist', chy zurba?
Zachovalasya v obiymach horda samota,
Zakochalas' v usmishku sloza.
Shchastya blyz'ko i daleko – yak yoho znayty?
O moya, lyubove, ne movchy.

Pryspiv:
Mene divchyno zacharuy, zacharuy, zacharuy,
Utish mene chekannyamy do piznoyi zori.
Radiyu tilky myloyu, charivnoyu rozmovoyu
I mriyu zakochaty tvoyi ochi u svoyi.

Tak blyz'ka meni y daleka, ya ne znayu sliv
Zmalyuvaty niznist' pochuttiv.
Chay nadiya rozmalyuye chorno-bilyi svit,
Chay vedut' do shchastya sto dorih.

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