Ya vvazav by, shcho ty bilyi den bez doshchu,
Ale slozy na tvomu oblychchi.
I skazav by tobi: "Ne moya, ne moya",
Tilky ty ne puskayesh mene.
Ya vvazav by, shcho ty tyha nich bez zirok,
Ale syayut tvoi yasni ochi.
I skazav by tobi: "Ty lysh son, tilky son," –
Ale z ty ne puskayesh mene.
Pryspiv:
Vidpusty, ya blahayu vidpusty,
Bo ne mozu dali ity ya.
Vidpusty, ya blahayu vidpusty,
Ya ne hochu bilshe ity.
I vvazav by, shcho ty peljustok navesni,
Ale z ty ne ziv’yanesh nikoly.
I kazav by tobi: "Ty moya, ne moya",
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Pryspiv