Zapytayu v doli, de znykaye volya
I zurba, de pochatok syly?
Yakshcho poruch mylyi, vse na sviti shchyro,
Vsya zemlya u yaskravych kolorach.
Sylno tak chochu ya do tebe,
Yak do neba, bud' tam ray,
Ale yakshcho dlya c'oho treba zori z neba,
Ne lyshay!

Pryspiv:
Yakshcho treba, ya zyttyam cym zaplachu,
Ya viddam use, shcho mayu, ptachom polechu.
Vse viddam, shchob chuty sercem, bachyty krasu,
Pryhorny mene do sebe, ya tebe proshu! (ves' kuplet – 2)

Ty u momu serci, ce kochannyam zvet'sya,
Yak mohla ya bez tebe zyty?..
Ya tebe zustrila, sercem zrozumila:
Vse zyttya budu ya lyubyty!
Sylno tak chochu ya do tebe,
Yak do neba, bud' tam ray,
Ale yakshcho dlya c'oho treba zori z neba,
Ne lyshay!

Pryspiv

Sylno tak chochu ya do tebe,
Yak do neba, bud' tam ray,
Ale yakshcho dlya c'oho treba zori z neba,
Ne lyshay!
Yakshcho treba, ya zyttyam cym zaplachu!

Pryspiv