Lyubyt' chto, pishky ne chodyt'.
Yomu nebo ridnyi dach.
Chto lyubovi ne znachodyt',
Y na zemli vpade, ne ptach.
Lyubyi, druze, vybyray sam –
Yakshcho lyubysh, to zenys'.
Yakshcho chochesh lysh pohratys',
Ne zartuy i vidchepys'.

Yakshcho lyubysh, ty shchaslyvyi,
Tebe radist' obiyma.
Yakshcho ni, ty neveselyi,
Tuha serce roz’yida.
Mov u ptacha, u lyubovi
Dva mohutni ye kryla:
Odne – nebo synye y zori,
Druhe – ridnaya zemlya.