Lyubov moya

Zakucheryavyv hmary viter,
Na Shlyah Chumackyi Misyac lih,
Nam zadyvylas v ochi vichnist
Bezmezzyam zoryanyh dorih.

Pryspiv:
Taka, taka vona, taka,
Shcho kosy vplela v nebesa, –
Lyubov moya, ljubov palka,
Prechysta-chysta, yak rosa!

Lashtuyu sercya moho struny
Ya na melodiyu zori,
Shcho syaye v auri fortuny
Shchoden v opivnichnii pori.

Pryspiv

Moya melodiya polyne
Ponad usi, usi svity
i zrosytsya hronamy kalyny,
Shchob myttyu v vichnist prorosty.

Pryspiv