Vsi kolys' my buly malyukamy,
Bavylysya nyshkom pid stolamy,
Spershys' na kolina y ruky,
O, dytyachi muky,
Tuzylysya ity,
Chotilosya ity.

Pershi kroky, skoreni porohy,
Mamy slozy na pobyti nohy,
Bat'ka sylni plechi,
Kotri zapryahaly koni,
Pospishaly v svit,
Dlya nas neznanyi svit.

Pryspiv:
Viter v poli ne zupynyt',
Prymchy doli ne oduryt',
Vitre v poli, ne obzeny,
V prymchach doli yty pidsoby.

Pidrostaly, dim sviy pokydaly,
Rozdorizzyam volyu hartuvaly,
My na "ty" fortunu zvaly,
Vsi vershyny braly,
Skilky bulo mriy,
Tych rokiv p’yankych mriy?

Yunist' vsich durmanom oshukaye
I koly znenac'ka zalyshaye,
Chtos' poviryt' v svoyu dolyu,
Inshyi – v bil mozoliv,
Shcho zyttya proyty –
Ne pole pereyty.

Pryspiv

Des' osyadem, roky vmyt' proskachut',
Skroni syvynoyu tam zaplachut',
Budut' terpnut' nohy y ruky,
O, starenkych muky,
Ta vse z budem yty,
Day nam, Boze, yty!

Pryspiv