Na polissi u ridnim krayu
Obnimaly my zemlju svoyu,
Ya i sonce i tretya vesna,
Ta shcho v serci nazavzdy odna.
Ta shcho v serci nazavzdy odna.
Pryspiv:
Try vesny, try vesny, try vesny
U zyttya moye razom pryishly,
I kriz hrozyani nochi i sny
Try vesny u try cvit zacvily.
Kozna mala po try kolory,
I cvila, mov divcha na pori.
Sonce vsim daruvalo teplo,
Koznii sonyachno svitlo bulo.
Koznii sonyachno svitlo bulo.