Skilky sliv potribno, shchob opysaty kochannya,
Yake ya bachu u tvoyich ochach?
A skilky sliv potribno, shchob opysaty strazdannya,
Koly bez tebe ya blukayu v svoyich snach?

Pryspiv:
Ya bez tebe – samotnya dusha,
Zemlya bez tebe – pustelya nima,
Zyttya bez tebe – cholodna zyma,
A kochannya – prosto slova.

Ty znayesh, istyna davno isnuye v sviti:
Kochannya – son, a son – odna korotka myt'.
Yakshcho ne zmozesh ty teplom lyubov zihrity
Vona yak svichka povilno dohoryt'.

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