Rozchynyusya v nytyach babynoho lita,
Osin yavorova vysriblyt' cholo.
Kazut', v taku poru karta zinky byta.
Ya z – kozyrna dama vsim litam na zlo.

Pryspiv:
Tvoye kochannya –
Cilyushchyi balzam.
Naykrashchyi darunok – ty, lyubyi, sam.
Chay husy rozklovuyut'
V stavi zoryu,
"Kochayu tebe!" – sto raziv povtoryu.

Vitrokrut osinniy lyst zryva dodolu,
Ty plekayesh mriyu na strimkyi miy zlit.
Z trunkom rih vesilnym pereday po kolu –
To na shchastya – dolyu bude nash obit.

Pryspiv

Chay rozkrylyt' nebo nam navstrich obiymy,
Dorosty b u pari tak do viku zir!
Za usich shchaslyvych razom poradiymo,
Ty mene, kochanyi, vidnaydy y povir...

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