Ne stelys, tumane, ne shumit topoli,
Ne pechalte ochi vy, berizky holi!
Vyidu ya u pole, tam, de syn navkolo,
De chohos shukaye perekotypole;
De kohos shukaye, to bizyt, to stane...
Ne shumit topoli, ne stelys tumane.
Vechir chornobrovyi, syni nebokrayi,
Ya u poli stanu, pro vesnu zhadayu,
Pro vesnu pro lito, yak zithalo zyto,
Yak tremtily v nebi ptyc dzvinki pryvity,
Yak torkavs hubamy ya yiyi volossya
I serdec dvoh pisnyu sluhalo kolossya.
Chai davno zozulya v lysti odkuvala,
Serce znov chekaye, shchob vesna nastala,
Shchob nastalo lito, shchob zithalo zyto...
Serce, moye serce, de tebe podity?