Mov kolyuchi stari storozi,
Tychi slyvy stoyat' na mezi.
Yich plody v bur’yani ta u derni,
Niby ochi rusalok ozerni.
Koly ya dobizu do mezi,
Zavernit', storozi, pomozit'.

Ale ty nad mezeyu letysh,
Ronysh tin zi slyvovych uzvysh.
Ty vtikayesh, yak vechir u nich,
Kryla kron shelestyat' zusebich.
Ta odna lysh ruchoma, yak niz,
Ta meza, shcho nemaye strashnish.

Tilky svitlo proyme nebesa,
Znovu vitamy slyv navysa
Nad toboyu dopytlyvyi zir,
Mov zinyci prymruzenych zir.
Ty blahalno vdyvlyayeshsya v vys'
Shelestinnyamy slyv opovyvs'.