Hen za selom sonce vstaye,
Den molodesenkyi dybky staye,
Berehom kotyt'sya bilyi tuman
I rozlyahayet'sya v luzi, mov pan.

Pryspiv:
Dumky letyat', yak bili lebedi, zoryani lebedi,
U ti miscya, kudy chodyly my synimy vesnamy.
Letyat' dumky u zovtych promenyach – zoryani lebedi,
I vabyt' serce bereh sonyachnyi sribnymy rosamy.

De ty teper, shchastya moye?
Ya vze y ne znayu, yake ty tam ye...
Des' spalachnulo na myt', krad'koma...
Mriyi lyshylys', a shchastya nema.

Pryspiv

Den proletiv bilym konem.
Sonce palaye chervonym vohnem.
Skoro nad svitom misyac' ziyde,
Zirkoyu z neba shchastya vpade.

Pryspiv