Shcho tvoyi bentezyt' dumy –
Chary mandriv chy shalena krov?
Shcho ty bachysh uvi sni,
Kudy litayesh uvi sni, moya lyubov?

Pro shcho ty mriyesh cilyi den,
Pro shcho ty mriyesh dyvlyachys' kino,
Moya, moya lyubov?

Tychym smutkom ohornulo
Dyke serce u lypnevu nich...
Shchos' u nebi promaynulo,
Promaynulo – vze y ne vydno nic!

Dyvni zori, davni verby –
Styhli travy, skoro serpen –
Nich...
Ale ya pytayu znov:
– Nu shcho tvoyi bentezyt' dumy,
Moya, moya lyubov?

Pryspiv:
O-o-o-o-ou...
O-o-o-o-ou...

To shcho z tvoyi bentezyt' dumy –
Chary mandriv chy shalena krov?
Shcho ty bachysh uvi sni,
Kudy litayesh uvi sni, moya lyubov?

Pro shcho ty mriyesh cilyi den,
Pro shcho ty mriyesh dyvlyachys' kino,
Moya, moya lyubov?

Pryspiv

To shcho z tvoyi bentezyt' dumy, moya lyubov?