Bilya ozera u litnyu nich
My buly z toboyu vich-na-vich,
Ciluvalys' pid zoryamy my,
Byly lebedi poruch krylmy,
I nesla ponad svitom luna,
I u mene kochana odna.
Chlyupotila tychenko voda,
Shcho dlya nas i bida – ne bida.

Pryspiv:
Cey son, cey son
Meni shchonochi snyt'sya.
Kriz' son, kriz' son
Vona meni smiyet'sya.
Cey son, cey son
Mene ne pokydaye.
Lyubov, o son,
Vona mene kochaye.

Bilya ozera znovu idem,
Ta u serci moyim tychyi shchem,
Zirka v nebi nichna dohora,
Rozstavannya prychodyt' pora.
A blahannya moye: "Zupynys'!"
Lebedyata pidnyaly u vys'.
I bere nas rozluka v polon,
A vnochi ty prychodysh v miy son.

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