Yak shche ne bulo pochatku svita,
To shche ne bulo neba, ni zemli,
A lyshen bulo shyroke more.
A na tim mori yavir zelenyi,
Na tim yavori try holubochky,
Try holubochky radu radyly:
– Yak by my, brattya, svit postavyly?
Oy chodim, brattya, az na dno morya
Ta tam dobudem dribnoho pisku.
Tot pisok dribnyi posiyem vsyudy,
– Ta-vstane z neho svyata zemlycya,
Ta bude tamky zolotyi kamin,
Z toho kaminnya to bude sonce.
To bude sonce i misyac' yasnyi,
Rum’yana zorya y zvizdy prekrasni.