Zyto na dolyni znov bizyt' syudy,
Misyachna stezyna, misyachni slidy,
Vechorova tysha, synya dalechin
V pohlyadi kolyshe tonkostannu tin...

Pryspiv:
Tebe nema, a tin lyshylasya
I sliv lyshylasya luna.
V dushi lyshylas', ne zhubylasya
Kochannya zirka osyayna!..
Tebe nema, a tin vorushyt'sya,
I kaze shchos' – ya chuyu sam,
A nich zasliplena y zahlushena
Tvoyim im’yam, tvoyim im’yam!

Tak buvaye chasto – strilys', roziyshlys',
Karooke shchastya dilosya kudys'.
U nimiy tryvozi znov spishu tudy,
De pomiz kolossyam misyachni slidy.

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Tebe nema, a tin vorushyt'sya,
I kaze shchos' – ya chuyu sam,
A nich zasliplena y zahlushena
Tvoyim im’yam, tvoyim im’yam!