Bud' soboyu, de lysh zmozesh:
I u snach, i nayavu;
Bud' soboyu, bo ne zmozesh
Vershyty dolyu svoyu.

Pryspiv:
Vidnosnym ye ponyattya
Standartiv dlya zyttya,
Yake plyve rikoyu,
De zminna techiya.
Ya viryu: pereyty lysh
Cyu richku zmozut' ti,
Shcho zalyshylys' virnymy
Sobi v burchlyvi dni.

Yakshcho skaze chtos' tobi,
Shcho smak tviy – to riven dna,
Ne zvazay na ce, bud' virnym
Ty sobi use zyttya.

Yakby vsi buly my rivni,
Chy bula by techiya?
Pidnimaty treba rivni,
Na yakych stoyit' Zemlya.

Yakshcho chochesh shchos' zminyty,
To pracyuy, ne rvysya v lis,
Holovne – ne zupynyatys',
Tancyuyuchy zyttya tvist.