To ne nich rozislalasya snom,
To ne spohadiv zhublenyi slid.
To ne viter shuha za viknom,
To ye tuha na ves' bilyi svit.

To ne niznyi hitary minor,
To ne kryk u pytanni nimim.
To ne krapel doshchu rivnyi chor,
To ye tuha za sercem tvoyim.

To ne bili zamety snihiv,
To ne sira bezlysta vesna.
To ne rymy pechalnych ryadkiv,
To ye tuha samotnoho dnya.

To ne cholod dalekych zirok,
To ne tysha u domi moyim.
To ne nyzka tryvoznych, dumok,
To ye tuha za sercem tvoyim.