Poshtari ljubovi

Oi teche, plyve rika –
Zyty pospishaye.
Hen, na druhim berezenci,
Kohana spivaye.

Oi plyvit, lebidonky,
Pryvit peredaite.
Skazit, shcho ljublju yiyi.
A vona? – spytaite.

Skazit, shcho zbyrayusya
Mistok zbuduvaty –
Shchoby bachyty shchodnya,
Nizno obiimaty.

Oi plyvit, poshtaryky –
Budu vas chekaty.
A yak skaze vidpovid,
Nesit hutchish v hatu

Oi lebidonky moyi,
Poshtari Lyubovi!
Radist svitla na dushi –
Spivayu u poli.

Oi teche, plyve rika –
Zyty pospishaye.
Dva sercya zakohani
U odne yednaye.