Znov osin syple zovtyi lyst
Navysly chorni chmary vnyz,
Cholodni i pechalni ydut' doshchi...
Dlya kohos' den, komus' vze nich,
Shchaslyvyi chtos', a chtos' – vze ni,
A chtos' shepoche, – zalyshys' – v tyshi...

Pryspiv:
Znayu, ye lyubov,
Lyshe nastane zustrich znov,
Shchemyt' u hrudyach i vyruye krov!
I v nizniy ciy tyshi
Pochuty kroky znov tvoyi
Bulo b naybilshym
Shchastyam na zemli!

Proyshlo kochannya, lyne chas,
Proyshlo kochannya bilya nas,
Ne zapalyvshy serdenko tvoye...
Tebe shche dovho ya chekav,
Lyubovi ya prosyt' ne stav,
Rozbyla serce ty navik moye...

Pryspiv