Vesna – za zymoyu, lito – za vesnoyu,
Ya – za bat'kom, miy syn – za mnoyu.
Bytymy shlyachamy, kruchamy-yaramy
Prolyahla doroha vid zemli – do Boha.
Radoshchamy, bidamy, holodom, obidamy,
Rankovoyu rosoyu, divochoyu krasoyu.
Po dushi lyuds'kiy, suyeti myrs'kiy,
Po rukach kryvavych...
Zyttya kotyt'sya kolesom.

Braly rukamy svyatist' ta posmichalys' v ochi,
Yak rozhubyly yakist', v kilkist' skladaly nochi,
Bihly do soncya dity, povyrostaly shvydko,
Zarosly ternyam kvity...
My zahubyly Slovo, nashi zmilily riky,
My zabuvayem movu, psuyemo krov naviky,
Na zachid ydem mistamy, zemlyu svoyu lyshayem,
Chy to na dovho z namy radist' u chuzim krayu?
A v svoyim ridnim krayu bil rozryvaye dushu,
Ya vse viddam, shcho mayu, i vse zroblyu, shcho mushu.
V tim tvoya slava, i tvoye proklyattya,
Chuza derzava, ridne bahattya...

Po bayduzosti
Zyttya kotyt'sya kolesom,
Po slovach lyubovi ta po zradach
Zyttya kotyt'sya kolesom,
Po molytvach ta po proklonach
Zyttya kotyt'sya kolesom,
Zyttya kotyt'sya kolesom...

Po materyns'kych slozach ta rukach
Zyttya kotyt'sya kolesom,
Po starych ta novych bohach
Zyttya kotyt'sya kolesom,
Cherez mriyi moyi ta rozpach
Zyttya kotyt'sya kolesom,
Zyttya kotyt'sya kolesom...