Sonce-zori

Chodyat dni, hodyat bludni,
Maryt nebo nam naputnye,
Viter vshchuhnuv, vse zatyhlo,
Chuty spiv, ne chuty kryku.

Pryspiv:
Sonce-zori – nam to karta,
Riky-hory – nam to hata,
Dobre serce treba maty,
Shchob hotilosya spivaty.

Bachysh ty otam po poli,
De hulyaye pisnya voli,
idem po krayu – yak po rayu,
Tancyuvaty – nache znayem.

Pryspiv

Vizmu shkary ya u torbu
Ta i proidus po ridnym horbam,
Yak natyahnu sharovary,
Polechu za syni hmary.

Pryspiv

Dobre serce treba maty,
Shchob hotilosya spivaty,
Dobre serce treba maty,
Shchob hotilosya spivaty.