Vtrachenyi den, mokri kashtany,
Pravda hirka vchorashnich chymer,
V mene buly druh i kochana,
Yak ze ce ya – tretiy zayvyi teper?..

Slavu i hrich, volyu i kvity –
Z druhom klyalys', shcho podilymo vse
Tilky lyubov poklyalys' ne dilyty,
Yak ze ty mih zabuty pro ce?

Pryspiv:
Zrada mov bil lystopada, zrada yak chorna vual,
Zrada dlya nych – ce rozrada, tilky dlya mene pechal,
Znovu rydaye svitannya vbyte brudnoyu lyubov’yu,
Tam zalyshylas' kochana moya, vtrachena razom z toboyu.

Nache znyaly pro kochannya kartynu:
Troye serdec' i vidomyi syuzet,
Toy chto zavdav dva udary u spynu,
Shchastya kupyv za trydcyat' monet.

Pryspiv:
Zrada mov bil lystopada, zrada yak chorna vual,
Zrada dlya nych – ce rozrada, tilky dlya mene pechal,
Znovu rydaye svitannya vbyte brudnoyu lyubov’yu,
Tam zalyshylas' kochana moya, vtrachena razom z toboyu.

Z’yavyt'sya znov u mene yedyna,
Druziv novych chas prynese,
Znovu budut' slova, shcho lyubov nedilyma,
Tilky b druzi moyi ne zabuly pro ce!

Pryspiv