Zupynysya, myt!

Nenache dzvinka rosa, shcho pochynaye svitlyi den,
Lyubov mene nadyhaye do pisen.
Moze, zrobysh ty pershyi krok,
Rozpravlyayuchy vilni kryla...
U zytti my razom, budem zavzdy udvoh!

Pryspiv:
Son ty prohanyayesh,
Znov mene chekayesh.
Vir, shcho ye kohannya,
Chyste, yak svitannya!

I radisno znov letyat meni zakvitchani lysty,
Lebidkoyu v nyh mene zvesh nizno ty.
Zachekai, zupynysya, myt!
Zavitalo do mene shchastya,
I vidkryvsya prostir, svit i neba blakyt!

Pryspiv