Hriye sonechko!
Usmichayet'sya nebo yasneye.
Dzvonyt' pisenku zayvoronochok,
zatonuvshy des' v bezdni-hlybyni
kryshtalevoho okeanu...

Pryspiv:
Vstan ze, Oriyu!
Vze prohuly vitry!
Proskrypiv moroz!
Vze proyshla zyma!

Lyubo dychaye vozduch lehotom,
mov u divchyny, shcho z snu budyt'sya,
V hrudi radisno b’yes' zdorovaya
molodaya krov.

Pryspiv

Hey, braty! V koho serce chysteye,
ruky sylniyi, dumka chesnaya, –
Prokydaytesya!
Vstante, sluchayte vsemohutnoho
poklyku vesny.

Pryspiv