Zyve sobi to sonyachno, to chmarno,
Ta vse lyubov ospivuye v virshach,
Bo vin poet. Taka u noho karma,
Takyi yoho svyatyi i hrishnyi shlyach.

Pryspiv:
U Oleksandrivci spivaye solovey,
Ta tak vyt'ochkuye, tak solodko spivaye
Pro ridnyi lis, pro step i pro lyudey,
I pro lyubov, shcho mez v zytti ne maye.

Letyat' pisni z yoho sils'koyi chaty,
Letyat' tudy, de spiyut' kolosky,
I vid tepla pshenychnoho zernyaty
Nad svitom kvitnut' zoryani stezky.

Pryspiv

Vse vid lyubovi, vid dobra, vid mriyi.
Lyubov vona – i pisnya, i zyttya,
Lyubov daye i viru, i nadiyu
Na krashchyi den i vichne maybuttya.

Pryspiv