U lystopadovim sadu
Z toboyu poruch ya idu,
A lystopad daruye nam osinnye tanho.
Nenache spomyn pro lyubov,
Vono meni chvylyuye krov
I polonyt' p’yankym tumanom.
I choch lyahla miz nas meza,
I pryhasa lyubovi zar,
I, moze, my udvoch vostannye –
Kochanyi miy,
Zazdy na myt',
Lyshe dlya nas
Vono zvuchyt',
Lyshe dlya nas vono zvuchyt'!

Pryspiv:
Osinnye tanho, dymyt' lystva,
Osinnye tanho, rozluky anhel...
Ta shche v dushi lyubov zyva,
I shche durmanyat' tvoyi slova!

Viz'mit' u vyriy, zuravli,
Kochannya nashoho zali,
I stanut' blyzchymy todi usta i ochi.
Palaye oseni vohon,
A ya teplo tvoyich dolon
Vidchuty shche do bolyu chochu!..
Mene na tanec' zaprosy
Sered proshchalnoyi krasy,
Chay serce znov, yak ptach, tripoche!
Kochanyi miy,
Ce nam nemov
Ostanniy shans
Daye lyubov,
Ostanniy shans daye lyubov...

Pryspiv