V teplyi den dychaty hrich,
Dyvytys' u vyr ochey slipych
Chyzyi viter chmary nese,
Bavytys' bazaye nad use

Pryspiv:
Splyat' yanholy, splyat' yanholy tam
Splyat' yanholy, splyat' yanholy tam

Kudy ydesh i kudy b’yesh,
Vse shcho maty tobi dala – vse znaydesh
Spivay vdoma u chvoroho v dushi,
Tam de nema nikoho – lyshe holuby

Pryspiv

Chvylya v mori zvirom bluka,
Chytkyi choven do neba zlita
Micno ruky trymayut' borty,
Vdyvlyayut'sya v nebo ochi slipi

Pryspiv