Lito, sonce, more, more,
Pid vitrylamy chovny,
Teplyi lehit, tycha mova,
Niznyi dotyk do struny.

Pryspiv:
More, more, more, more,
Nache dzerkalo dushi,
Viddzerkaleni prostory,
Do nebes dzvinki pisni.

Bila chayka ponad vody
Do vechirnoyi pory,
Kvitnut' sonyachamy zvody,
Shchedryi viter z-za hory.

Pryspiv

Dyvom neba – svitli mriyi
Pro zyttya i bilyi svit,
Shchob zorya moya horila
I ne hasla sotni lit.

Pryspiv