Na dobranich

Na dobranich, ljubi druzi,
Ne zenit vid sebe sny –
Spyt vze Misyac v synokruzi,
Umovkaye rich sosny.

Ospivaly my vsi hory,
Pro ljubov zhadaly tez,
A nasnytsya nehai more,
Sonce v nebi zolote.

Na dobranich, ljubi druzi,
I spasybi vam usim:
Chto spivav, hto tilky sluhav
I pro ridnyi mriyav dim.

Zavtra shlyah do perevalu,
Haryuvaty nam ves den,
Do novoho toz pryvalu
I novyh, novyh pisen.

Spyt vze Misyac v synokruzi,
Umovkaye rich sosny,
Na dobranich, ljubi druzi,
Chai vam snyatsya myli sny!