Oy tycho verba hneshsya...
Tobi nebo zirkamy plache,
Chovayuchys' u vodi,
Sumom voron kryache...
Vin bachyt' svitanok,
Daruye tobi ranok!

Yak ze meni pryletity u tvoyi doloni,
Yak ze torknutysya nizno tvoyich lokoniv?!..

Ya teplym vitrom obiymu tviy stan,
I nas schovaye naviky tuman,
Naviky tuman, vechirniy tuman,
Koly torknusya tvoyich doloney...

Oy tycho verba hneshsya...
Tvoya dusha moloda,
Ale stariye kora
Voron plache:
Vin ne bachyt' svitanok...
Chay horyt' toy ranok!

Yak ze v ostannye torknutys' tvoyich lokoniv,
Yak choch na myt' opynytys' u yich poloni?!.

Ya teplym vitrom obiymu tviy stan
Nas schovaye naviky tuman,
Naviky tuman, vechirniy tuman,
Koly torknusya tvoyich doloney,
Koly v ostannye torknusya tvoyich doloney...