My – shche zovsim dity
U c'omu romannomu sviti.
Nu, skazy, skazy, shcho ce ne tak!
Vtratyly mozlyvist' vtrachaty –
Ne isnuye zestiv proshchalnych,
I chas dlya nas pishov navspak!

Vsi richky potekly nazuspit,
I na koznu malenku zustrich
Nam brakne velykych sliv...
Nam shche dovho rosty y mality
U svoyich obolonkach svitla
I u spilniy pini dniv.

My u sonci po sami vincya –
Niby nichoho ne zakinchyt'sya.
My – shche taki dribni, taki dribni, taki dribni...
U dolonyach – ptacham zerna,
Do svitu sebe rozprosterly.
My – shche dity, my – shche ne sumni...

My – shche zovsim dity
U c'omu romannomu sviti.
Nu, skazy, skazy, shcho ce ne tak...
Vtratyly mozlyvist' vtrachaty –
Ne isnuye zestiv proshchalnych,
I chas dlya nas pishov navspak!