Zakucheryavyv chmary viter,
Na Shlyach Chumac'kyi Misyac' lih,
Nam zadyvylas' v ochi vichnist'
Bezmezzyam zoryanych dorih.

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

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

Pryspiv

Moya melodiya polyne
Ponad usi, usi svity
Y zrosyt'sya hronamy kalyny,
Shchob myttyu v vichnist' prorosty.

Pryspiv