Osinniy zovtyi lyst u vyriyi kruzlyaye,
Chy vidnayde tebe ne znayu ya, ne znayu.
U pari z nym i ya chotiv by poletity,
Upasty na pleche, vid cholodu zihritys'.

Pryspiv:
Opada zovtyi lyst, opada,
U proshchalnomu tanci kruzlya.
Niby choche vernutys' tudy,
De z toboyu zustrilysya my.
Opada zovtyi lyst, opada,
U proshchalnomu tanci kruzlya.
Ta dumkamy ya lynu tudy,
De my shchastya svoye vidnayshly.

Roky, yak zovtyi lyst, kruzlyayut' i kruzlyayut'.
Kochannya – to svyate, yoho ne vybyrayut'.
Yak sonce znov ziyde, navkolo vse rozkvitne,
Chekatymu tebe, shchob znov tebe zustrity.

Pryspiv: (2)
Opada zovtyi lyst, opada,
U proshchalnomu tanci kruzlya.
Niby choche vernutys' tudy,
De z toboyu zustrilysya my.
Opada zovtyi lyst, opada,
U proshchalnomu tanci kruzlya.
Niby choche vernutys' tudy,
De my shchastya svoye vidnayshly.