Ya malenka ptashka sered chyzakiv,
Ya kudys' litayu iz pokon vikiv.
Blyz'ko i daleko, vsyudy, tam i tut,
Ya, nenache viter, zminyuyu marshrut.

Pryspiv:
Toy shchaslyvym ne ye,
Chto ne lyubyt' svoye,
Ne cinuye toy kray, de vin narodyvsya.
Tomu hrish ye cina,
Chto chuze p’ye do dna,
A lyubyty svoye tak i ne navchyvsya.

U bezkraynim nebi stilky ye shlyachiv,
Tam malenka ptashka sered chyzakiv,
Tak chomus' ne choche buty vyshche yich,
Tak chomus' ne viryt' v sylu kryl svoyich.

Pryspiv

Pam’yatay, chto ty ye
I korinnya de tvoye,
Zovte pole, synye nebo i svobody kryla.
Cherez hory i dolyny
Vidchuvay bat'kivshchynu,
Tam korinnya tvoye, tam tvoya syla.