My na svit cei ziishly, iz dytynstva rosly.
I stavaly taki yasnocholi.
A batky yak batky, shcho zmohly te i daly.
Na zyttya, dlya shchaslyvoyi doli.
Nache ptahy buly, shchebetlyvi i my,
Yak hodyly navchatys do shkoly.
A lita, yak lita, pomahaly krylmy,
Zal nazad ne vernutsya nikoly.
Pam’yatayemo vas dorohi vchyteli.
Oi z litamy, yak vy posyvily.
Pryvyvaly ljubov, do svoyeyi zemli,
Iz dobrom do ljudei zyty vchyly.
I hocha vze davno my pishly u svity,
V doli batkivskyi shlyah prokladaty,
Ale hochetsya zavzdy do vas nam pryity,
I vid shchyroho sercya obnyaty.