Haryachyi podych vitru tvoye lyce znov obpeche,
Nichto slozy ne vytre, shcho po shchoci tvoyiy teche.
Dorohoyu zi svitla mandruyesh ty u dyvnyi chram,
Krok pershyi i ostanniy na niy zrobyty musysh sam.
Yaskrave kolo soncya ta misyacya sriblyastyi rih
Tvoyi dovichni druzi, suputnyky tvoyich dorih.
Ni slova ne promovlyat', choch ye pro shcho skazaty yim,
Ot tym, shcho viter lovlyat' chy na pisku buduyut' dim.

Pryspiv:
Pislya nochi sonce ziyde,
Pislya nochi svitlo pryide.

Zyttya ne lehka shtuka, yoho ne prosto pereyty,
Mov perekotypole ty miryayesh chuzi svity.
Svoyimy zavzdy hnanyi, a dlya chuzych nemov ridnya,
U kruhoverti nochi tvoya dusha shukaye dnya.

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