Usmichnys',
Ranok pryide
Z kvitkoyu v ruci.
Choch i daleko shche cil,
Ye styah, ye shlyach,
Idy, i ne stiy.

Odyahny
Zbroyu micnu.
Voroh ne zasnuv,
Ale yoho vkryye pit,
Koly tviy shchyt,
Ce viry hranit.

Pam’yatay,
De b ty ne yshov,
Vsyudy siy lyubov.
Chay rozkvitayut' sady,
Rostut' plody,
Radiy, i dali idy.