Chy pam’yatayesh ty, to bulo lito,
Serpnya spraha.
Haryache sonce zahlyadalo v moyu
Sprahlu dushu.
I shche uchora dolya shchastya nam
Podaruvala,
A vze s'ohodni viryty v rozluku
Nashu mushu.

Pryspiv:
Skazu proshchay, proshchay, mene zabud',
V rozluci ye svoya hlyboka sut'.
Istoriya pro nas, korotka myt'
Nechay tobi cya pam’yat' ne bolyt'.

Chy pam’yatayesh ty, to bula osin,
Piznya osin.
Ostanniy hrim davno vidbyv u nebi
Hrozy syvi.
Ya shche bula tvoya, choch chula moye
Serce prosyt',
Shcho bilshe tak lyubyty, tak lyubyty,
Vze ne v syli.

Pryspiv