Chodyat' dni, chodyat' bludni,
Maryt' nebo nam naputnye,
Viter vshchuchnuv, vse zatychlo,
Chuty spiv, ne chuty kryku.

Pryspiv:
Sonce-zori – nam to karta,
Riky-hory – nam to chata,
Dobre serce treba maty,
Shchob chotilosya spivaty.

Bachysh ty otam po poli,
De hulyaye pisnya voli,
Ydem po krayu – yak po rayu,
Tancyuvaty – nache znayem.

Pryspiv

Viz'mu shkary ya u torbu
Ta y proydus' po ridnym horbam,
Yak natyahnu sharovary,
Polechu za syni chmary.

Pryspiv

Dobre serce treba maty,
Shchob chotilosya spivaty,
Dobre serce treba maty,
Shchob chotilosya spivaty.