Plache u skveri bayan,
Viter veselyi hulyaye,
Klyche do tancyu kyyan,
Zhaduye Bodulaya.

Staryi noty ne znaye,
Vse pidbyraye na sluch.
Snih navkruhy litaye –
Znovu pora bilych much.

Kopiyku prochozyi lyud
Bidolasi kydaye.
Palci po klavishach b’yut',
Dushu zurboyu krayut'.

Serce mre vid natuhy,
Chy bude krashchym zyttya?
Ztyanuti z bo popruhy –
Boze! Day inshe buttya.

Stari valsy lunayut',
Radist' nesut' u sercya.
Mriyi lyudey ne lyshayut',
A bidam ne vydno kincya.

Plache u skveri bayan,
Viter cholodnyi hulyaye,
Klyche do tancyu kyyan –
Zhaduye Bodulaya.