V sirim nebi chmary y tuha,
V bilych putach dumy y ruky.
Nepochatist' – ryba v bereh
Kryk nimyi chovaye v skelyach.
Rozkuyovdzene volossya,
Y myli ochi bil prynosyat'.
Vkryite z chtos' ci rvani rany
Pocilunkamy-nytkamy.

Pryspiv:
Ya povernus' de ty, de my
Kochayem chas, chekayem bil.
I tane lod, horyat' mosty,
Lyshayuchy po sobi sny.

Bosi nohy vshchent rozbyti,
V rusych kosach v’yanut' kvity.
Zahadkovo hynut' zori
V maybutti takim prozorim.
Krychty shchastya ne zhubyla,
Pledom pochuttya nakryla.
Tychi zmorshky na oblychchi
Znovu yak ranishe klychut'.

Pryspiv