Skinchyvsya molodosti chas,
Yak my skarby v zytti shukaly.
Buly dorohy pomiz nas,
My chasto zustrichi chekaly.
A zaraz zovsim blyz'ko my,
Tviy dim vid moho nedaleko
A dotorknutysya krylmy,
Dlya nas oboch ne zovsim lehko.

Pryspiv:
Lita, lita, mov toy tuman,
Vony buly i yich nemaye
Ale daremno toy zyve
Chto rano zhas i ne kochaye.

Yakshcho pryidu, chocha 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 zillyut'sya,
Chy nash vohon ne dohoryt',
Chy v unison sercya zab’yut'sya.

Pryspiv