Berehly, ne dosypaly
Yily – pyly za zyvych,
Chto buv z namy – tomu zamalo
Proshlorichnoyi vesny.

Propustyly ostanniy poyizd,
Na rukach miy anhel spyt'.
Ne potribno uze nichoho,
Tycho y viter movchyt'.

Pryspiv:
Dam, dam, ya tobi viddam –
Svoye serce nazavzdy.
Dam, dam, ya tobi viddam –
Tilky anhel miy spyt'.

Na rukach zasnuv miy anhel,
Bachu son i v nomu – ty,
Ne potribno uze nikoho,
Koly anhel tviy spyt'.

Pryspiv