Perestyhaye vechir lichtaryamy,
Peresivaye zori v tychu nich,
I mayachat' topoli nad polyamy, –
A ya, a ya ne znayu v chomu rich.

Pryspiv:
Ya chekayu, chekayu
Vchora, nyni, shchoden,
Ya spivayu, spivayu
Lysh dlya tebe pisen!
Ya chekayu, chekayu,
Ya spivayu, spivayu
Lysh dlya tebe, dlya tebe
Shchonaykrashchych pisen!

Pereplitaye vechir syni travy,
Strichayet'sya zi mnoyu vich-na-vich,
I zvidusil lunaye: Bravo! Bravo! –
A ya, a ya ne znayu v chomu rich.

Pryspiv

Perelyvaye nich u den svitanok,
Ruynuye bahryanyceyu zoryu,
A ya zabuv, de vechir, a, de ranok,
Mov korabel na yakori stoyu.

Pryspiv