Ya tym shchaslyva, shcho ty ye i shcho tvoye volossya syve –
Dlya ridne i krasyve – meni zabuty ne daye,
Shcho v sviti insha zirka syaye i ty yiyi neba syn,
Vona tebe blahoslovlyaye, yiyi ne spyne chasu plyn.

Pryspiv:
Plyne chas, plyne vik, plyne svit i cholovik
Kriz' viky, kriz' svity, kriz' chasy do krasoty.

Meni tvoyich ne treba sliv, lyuds'ka chuza dlya mene mova,
Lyshe miz ochyma ye rozmova, vony pochuyut' sercya spiv.
I ya shchaslyva, shcho ty ye i vse choho meni potribno –
Pobachyty volossya sribne, vidchuty dychannya tvoye.
A v sviti insha zirka syaye i ty yiyi neba syn,
Vona tebe blahoslovlyaye, yiyi ne spynyt' chasu plyn.

Pryspiv