Zachekai, ne kvapsya, moya osene

Osin zovtym maljuye lystya,
Osin bilym farbuye kosy.
Odyahla moyih lit namysto
I v darunok meni prynosyt.
Niby vchora malym shche bihav
Po holodnii rosi rankovii,
I v svyatoshnii sorochci bilii
Slavyv svitle Rizdvo Chrystove.

Pryspiv:
Zachekai, ne kvapsya moya osene,
Ya tebe shche v hosti ne zaproshuvav.
Chai shche ya natishus teplym litom,
Shche horyat v sadu kohannya kvity.
Ya v hrihah ne vsih ishche pokayavsya,
Chai shche ya onukiv dochekayusya.
Ya shche zuravlem lechu u prosyni,
I tomu ne kvapsya, moya osene.

Posmihnulas hytrunka-osin,
U kalynu hovayuchy sorom.
Tak, nenache proshchennya prosyt,
Shcho, mozlyvo, pryishla za skoro.
I nehai na moyim podvir’yi
Vze pryv’yalo use zelene,
Ya tobi vse odno ne viryu,
Shcho pryishla ty taky do mene.

Pryspiv