Ye na sviti zazdrist' chorna,
Chorna-chorna, yak vorona
I vona, nenache zorna,
Nashe shchastya pomolola.
Ty poviryv peresudam,
Movchky hrymnuv ty dveryma,
I pishov, a ya lyshylas'
Odnoka i bezkryla.

Pryspiv:
Ne zalyshay mene, bo ya tebe kochayu,
Bo shche ne zhas vohon palkoho pochuttya
Ne zalyshay mene, yedynyi, ya blahayu,
Bez mene ne buduy sobi nove zyttya.
Ne zalyshay mene, kochanyi.

Ty mene kolys' pobachyv
U brechni kryvomu lyustri,
Ty dyvyvsya, yak ya plachu,
I ne yshov meni nazustrich.
Ty i viryv, i ne viryv
Vsim slovam moyim y prochannyam,
Ty pishov i tak neshchyro
Posmichnuvsya na proshchannya.