Lito svitle proyshlo nache myt',
Zahubylas' doroha tvoya.
Lystya zovte zasnulych derev
Znov povoli nese techiya.

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

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

Pryspiv

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

Pryspiv (2)