Dumy

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

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

Tyhym smutkom ohornulo
Dyke serce u lypnevu nich...
Shchos u nebi promainulo,
Promainulo – vze i ne vydno nic!

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

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 ljubov?

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

Pryspiv

To shcho z tvoyi bentezyt dumy, moya ljubov?