Za moyim plechem – kryla...
Blahoslovy, blahoslovy na polit
Ya vidchuvayu: teche syla
Sonyachnym promenem, istynnym promenem v svit

Pryspiv:
Nichto vze ne spynyt',
Nichto ne zavadyt',
Nichto perervaty ne zmoze...
Miy vilnyi polit
Miy vilnyi polit...

Yak pisnya, shcho klyche do myru y lyubovi,
Ya v myt' vidirvus' vid zemli.

A v tvoyich ochach – spovid'
Vsi lyudyam, yak lyudyam i tilky meni...
A tvoya pechal – movyt'
Vichno buty z toboyu, vichno buty odniy.

Pryspiv

Proshu, zachekay, nu shcho z tut lyshylos'
Os'-os' pryide vesna i zacvitut' nashi kvity.
Ya stavlyu chay.
– Ni, vse vze zminylos'!
Bo chto maye kryla, chto maye kryla
Toy musyt' letity!