Lita, lita

Skinchyvsya molodosti chas,
Yak my skarby v zytti shukaly.
Buly dorohy pomiz nas,
My chasto zustrichi chekaly.
A zaraz zovsim blyzko my,
Tvii dim vid moho nedaleko
A dotorknutysya krylmy,
Dlya nas oboh ne zovsim lehko.

Pryspiv:
Lita, lita, mov toi tuman,
Vony buly i yih nemaye
Ale daremno toi zyve
Chto rano zhas i ne kohaye.

Yakshcho pryidu, hocha b u sni,
Yak stanu na tvoyi porohy
Chy vidhukneshsya ty meni
Cherez roky, cherez dorohy.
Yak pryide ta zadana myt,
Koly vusta v riku zillyutsya,
Chy nash vohon ne dohoryt,
Chy v unison sercya zab’yutsya.

Pryspiv