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

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

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

Pryspiv