Ya proydusya bosymy nohamy,
Z svoyim sercem zaspivayu v takt
Bohuslava naysvyatishymy stezkamy,
Shcho tak chasto vyrynayut' v moyich snach

Prylechu do tebe, nache viter,
Rozciluyu nizno tviy porih.
Prypadu cholom u tvoyi kvity,
Sered ridnych i omriyanych dorih.

Pomolyus' na sribni tvoyi vody,
Naberus' z nych svizoyi snahy,
De v tumannych marevach svitanku
Nenka Ros' holubyt' berehy.

I nesut'sya strimko myyut' skeli
Yiyi vody chysti, mov sloza,
I spivayuchy bad'oro ta veselo
Moyu dushu zakrutyla techiya.

Ya vdychnu povitrya bohuslavs'ke
Stoyachy u lisi vikovim,
Zanuryusya z holovoy u syvu kazku,
Lisu svoyu tuhu opovim

Chom sumuyesh divchyno Marusya?
Zaspivay nam pisenku svoyu,
Chay ya za kozactvom zazuryusya,
Chay ya svoyu dushu zveselyu.

Hen z Lobunky vydno skriz' daleko –
Vydno richky holubu hladin.
I cerkovni bani, mov leleky
Znyalys' u hospodnyu nebo syn.

Zoloti polya laskaye sonce,
Rozlyvayut' tuhu solov’yi
Zahlyadayut' tycho u moye vikonce
Bohuslavs'ki nizni vechory.

Hen, rozkydav shchedro ta barvysto
Svoyi zemli bat'ko Bohuslav,
Shcho meni z dytyachoyi kolysky
Lyubov do Ukrayiny peredav.

I skilky b lit ne mav by za plechyma,
Yakymy b ya stezkamy ne blukav,
Cherez svity prostelyt'sya doroha rushnykamy
V blahoslovennyi, ridnyi Bohuslav.