Kriz' pechali-tryvohy,
Kriz' vitry-bureviyi,
My shukayem dorohy,
Vid bezsonnych nochey.

My shukayem stezynu,
Zapovitnoyi mriyi,
Shchob vidchuty iskrynku
cych charivnych ochey.

Pryspiv:
Tvoyi ochi, yak nebo
Nache zori yaskravi,
Vichno manyat' do sebe
Promincyamy krasy,
Tvoyi ochi, yak more, –
I suvori, y laskavi,
Nache svit neozoryi
U kraplyni rosy.

Tvoyi ochi, yak dyvo
Vesnyanoho svitannya,
Shcho daruye shchaslyvyi,
Svitlyi sonyachnyi den,
My oboye z toboyu
U poloni kochannya,
I vze inshoyi doli
Ne isnuye dlya nas...

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