Znovu neba prosin, zoloto zemli,
Vidlitayut' v osin husy na zori.
I hoydayut' sumno krylamy meni,
Budu yich teper chekaty do vesny.

Pryspiv:
Vesnoyu yabluni zacvitut'
Zasyaye sonechko tam i tut,
Tvoyi pechali usi mynut',
Nemov torishniy snih.
Ty posmichnysya i zrozumiy,
Vesna daruye krayinu mriy,
De zori rosamy upadut'
Do nih...

Osin, beznadiya, smutku techiya,
Ta mene zihriye posmishka tvoya.
Podaruy merezku kolorovych sniv,
Budu lehshe dochekatys' do vesny.

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