Shcho z toboyu, skazy meni donyu?
Chym zbentezene serce tvoye?
Chom sumni tvoyi ochi bezdonni?
Shcho pokoyu tobi ne daye?

Pryspiv:
Pershe kochannya, pershe kochannya,
Zoryani y misyachni, zoryani y misyachni nochi.
Pershe kochannya, pershe svitannya,
Radist' i mriyi, radist' i mriyi divochi.

Moze, snyvsya tobi na svitanni
Sad kazkovyi – nenachebto Ray.
Znachyt', budesh shchaslyva v kochanni,
Son provydec', i ty pro ce znay.

Pryspiv

Ne lyakaysya, koly, donyu, serce
B’yet'sya huchno i mlosno shchemyt'.
To kochannya pryishlo tvoye pershe,
To tvoya nayshchaslyvisha myt'.

Pryspiv