Kotylos' lito dohory – vze kotyt'sya unyz.
U kucheryavi yavory – bahryanci zaplelys'.
Zapachnuv sushenyi chebrec' i chuty yabluk smak,
Tancyuye konyk-strybunec' proshchalnyi sviy hopak.

Pryspiv:
Mynaye lito, mynaye lito, mynaye litechko i shchoz,
Chiba dlya nashoyi lyubovi – strashnyi cholodnyi-siryi doshch?
Mynaye lito, mynaye lito, za ruku osin pryvedy,
Te, shcho lyubov’yu obihrito – ne zhasyat' zymni cholody.

Os', vze troyand vohon pohas i ne pochuyesh bdzil.
I vse, shcho spas v sadu prypas – postavleno na stil.
Rosa – nemov proshchan sloza i litechko myna.
Vze serpen v richci vidv’yazav dlya oseni chovna.

Pryspiv