Shchastya ity

Vsi kolys my buly maljukamy,
Bavylysya nyshkom pid stolamy,
Spershys na kolina i ruky,
O, dytyachi muky,
Tuzylysya ity,
Chotilosya ity.

Pershi kroky, skoreni porohy,
Mamy slozy na pobyti nohy,
Batka sylni plechi,
Kotri zapryahaly koni,
Pospishaly v svit,
Dlya nas neznanyi svit.

Pryspiv:
Viter v poli ne zupynyt,
Prymhy doli ne oduryt,
Vitre v poli, ne obzeny,
V prymhah doli ity pidsoby.

Pidrostaly, dim svii pokydaly,
Rozdorizzyam volju hartuvaly,
My na "ty" fortunu zvaly,
Vsi vershyny braly,
Skilky bulo mrii,
Tyh rokiv p’yankyh mrii?

Yunist vsih durmanom oshukaye
I koly znenacka zalyshaye,
Chtos poviryt v svoyu dolju,
Inshyi – v bil mozoliv,
Shcho zyttya proity –
Ne pole pereity.

Pryspiv

Des osyadem, roky vmyt proskachut,
Skroni syvynoyu tam zaplachut,
Budut terpnut nohy i ruky,
O, starenkyh muky,
Ta vse z budem ity,
Dai nam, Boze, ity!

Pryspiv