Chotyry pory roku

Lito svitle proishlo nache myt,
Zahubylas doroha tvoya.
Lystya zovte zasnulyh derev
Znov povoli nese techiya.

Pryspiv:
A ya ljublju vsi chotyry pory roku,
Bo kozna z nyh –
Vesna, lito, osin, zyma –
Zhadayut meni tebe. (ves kuplet – 2)

Ya ne bachyv buchnoyi vesny,
Yak na neyi neshoza ty.
Cvit vesny – to tvoya zurba,
U ochah zelenoyi vody.

Pryspiv

Zovte-bile, to osin-zyma,
Synye nebo – tvoyi kolory.
I nemov charivnycya vesna
Znov rozkvitne ciyeyi pory.

Pryspiv (2)