Peron to styhne, to v avrali;
O, skilky zustrichei i rozluk!
Ne zlichyt radostei i pechalei
Kolis vahonnyh perestuk.
Pryspiv:
Yakby ishov poyizd na krai svitu,
Ya bez vahan strybnu v vahon,
Shchob perestaty rozumity
Svoho zyttya prymhlyvyi son.
Ta znayu: dolya ne daruye
Takyh nikomu poyizdiv,
Lyshe shchodnya usim hartuye
Budenni splavy harazdiv.
Meni lyshayetsya zithnuty
Ta povernutys do buttya,
Shchob yakos den z plechei ziphnuty,
Proshepotity kayattya.
I de v meni berutsya syly,
Shchob pochynaty den novyi?
Shche, pevno, ye shchos sercyu myle,
Shche ne baiduzyi bil chuzyi.