Pod oblachkom yavir pokhylenyy,
Spivat na nim ptashok prymylenyy.
Slukhay, myla, yak tot ptashok spivat,
Zhe z lyubovi nych dobra ne byvat.
Zhe z lyubovi, zhe z lyubovi
Nych dobra ne byvat.
Tsy ta lyubov ye od Boha dana?
Tsy lem mozhe d'yablom pidsheptana?
Khots by-s ne khtiv, to musysh lyubyty,
Khots by-s ne khtiv, proto mash terpity.
Khots by-s ne khtiv, khots by-s ne khtiv,
Proto mash terpity.
Moya myla, ty pokuso yedna,
Uzh tya lyublyu ne rik, a ni ne dva.
Tsy mi dala zillya sya napyty.
Ey zhe ne mozh, nyyak bez tya zhyty.
Ey zhe ne mozh, ey zhe ne mozh,
Nyyak bez tya zhyty.
My vorozhka davno vorozhyla,
Zhe nya zduryt divka chornobryva.
Zhe ne budu vydiv za nʹom svita,
Azh promynut moyi mlady lita.
Azh promynut, azh promynut
Moyi mlady lita.
Pod oblachkom yavir zeleniye.
Posmot, myla, yak nym viter viye.
Mozhe, vyrve yoho z korenyamy.
Myla moya, shto to bude z namy?
Myla moya, myla moya,
Shto to bude z namy?
Myla moya, myla moya,
Shto to bude z namy?
Shto to bude z namy?
Shto to bude z namy?
Shto to bude z namy?
Shto to bude z namy?
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Shto to bude z namy?