Zlitaye v nebo den, a padaye v vikno,
Zlitaye v nebo nich, a padaye u dushu,
I ya dyvlyus' na svit, yak dyvlyat'sya kino,
Oslip uze, ta vse z yoho dyvytys' mushu.

Pryspiv:
Ale v moyiy dushi shche svityat' lichtari,
Ale v moyiy dushi rozchyneni vsi vikna,
Choch znayu, des'-kolys' na vranishniy zori,
Shcho chas miy pidiyshov, veselyi piven krykne.

Ne zradyly meni lyshe moyi pisni,
Naybilshe ya lyublyu dytyachyi smich i tyshu,
Ya radist' holosnu viddav svoyiy vesni,
A spokiy i pechal dlya oseni zalyshyv.

Pryspiv

Hospod' mene vberih vid slavy i hanby,
Hospod' meni ne dav za marevom pobihty,
Dospivuyu zyttya, a bili holuby
Klyuyut' moyi roky, rozsypani, mov krychty...

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Veselyi piven krykne...