Sydysh, movchysh i ne chuyesh mene,
Vstayesh, krychysh i na kolina padayesh,
Chomus' v rukach tvoyich sloza lezyt',
Vona chervona, nache krov

Pryspiv:
Bo ce vse son,
Vin zabrav tebe u svit
Tvoyich strachiv i tvoyich mriy (ves' kuplet – 2)

Ty zabuvayesh vse, shcho zhaduyesh,
Taka cholodna i tremtysh,
V moyich obiymach zasynayesh, yak dytyna,
I znov u svoyich snach letysh

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