Rozchrystana osin do neba protyahuye vity,
I lystya opale slozamy vmyvayet'sya znov,
A yiy by choch promin, choch kraplyu yakoyis' blakyti,
Shchob znov povernuty zahublenu v mandrach lyubov.

Pryspiv:
Lyubove moya, povernys', ozovys',
V dushi zabryny zolotoyu strunoyu,
I cvitom kochannya mene okropy,
U v osin moyu povernysya vesnoyu.

Nas vsich pidpychaye v bezodnyu rozbeshchenyi viter,
Nas vsich ne mynayut' rozbytych serdec' vidchuttya.
I my, yak ta osin, chekayem vesnyanoho cvitu,
Chekayem kochannya y krasy vid novoho zyttya.

Pryspiv

Chekayem, lyubove, tebe, yak pohozoyi myti.
Vse v sviti mynaye, zhora, oblitaye krasa,
Lysh spalachy soncya i cvit vesnyanoyi blakyti
Nikoly ne zhasnut', bo vichna lyubov ne zhasa.

Pryspiv