U zradlyvyi teperishniy chas,
De rozluky i zustrichi plachut',
Ya pobachu sviy zoryanyi shlyach,
Bo ne mozu niyak ya inakshe.
I v sviy pershyi yaskravyi polit
V rozmayitti zirok prekrasnych
Ya pobachu moho shchastya cvit
Y peremozu bil svoyu vlasnu.

Pryspiv:
Ya lechu do zirok,
I vony mene zustrichayut',
Ya roblyu pershyi krok –
I neshchastya moyi znykayut'.
Ya lechu do zirok,
I v poloti serce zavmyraye,
Ya zrobyla sviy krok
Tudy, de shchastya mene chekaye.

I teper, yak sviy shlyach ya znayshla
I potrapyla v dyvo chudove,
Zahorilasya moya zorya,
I, napevno, ne zhasne nikoly.
Chay zdiysnyat'sya vsi mriyi moyi,
A nadiya y lyubov ne znykaye,
I chay budut' shchaslyvi usi,
Bo vid nych ya dobra lysh chekayu.

Pryspiv