V dushi moyiy ne zhas, shche syaye obraz tviy,
Yak tilky strinemos', tviy pohlyad charivnyi
V meni bentezyt' krov.
A pro lyubov tvoyu, dalekyi druze miy,
Ne maryu ya vnochi, v rozpuci navisniy,
Nashcho meni tvoya lyubov?

Pryspiv:
Ya zustrichi ne zdu, ne chochu ya rozbyt'
Tvir mriy moyich svyatych i v serci pohasyt'
Vohon zyttya moho, miy ray.
I ty ne zdy, i tvoru moyich mriy,
Shcho bohom stav meni v budenshchyni sumniy,
Rukoyu hrishnoyu svoyeyu ne zaymay.

Ty v carstvi moyich mriy vvyzayeshsya meni
Takym prekrasnym u takiy vysochyni,
Yakoyi v diysnosti shukat' shkoda.
Tviy obraz – to miy ray, ya tak lyublyu yoho,
Yak toy fanatyk lyubyt' bozestvo,
Shcho svityt' des', mov zironka blida.

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