My plyvem u chovni z toboyu poruch, myla,
V nas oboch zbentezeni sercya,
Choch nas oboch kochannya shchyre
V zytti upershe polonylo,
A movchymo i ty, i ya.

Os' i misyac' ziyshov, rosa na zemlyu vpala,
Zalunav spiv solov’yiv,
I nam zdalos', shcho navit' travy
Des' pro lyubov sobi sheptaly,
A my kochayemos' bez sliv.

Tvoyi ochi cvitut', nache voloshky syni,
Zayvi tut zradlyviyi slova,
Bo v ochi virymo shchaslyvi,
Led'-led' veseli, led' zurlyvi
I movchymo i ty, i ya.