A my idemo po kvitah,
Po holubomu kvitnyu,
A my idemo po travah
V shchaslyvyi misyac traven,
Tam bilosnizna vyshnya
Chekaye nas davno.
A my – yak dvi rosynky,
Shcho perezyly speku,
A my – yak dvi kraplynky,
Shcho rozlylysya morem,
I stelyatsya pid nohy
Usi nam berehy.
A nam zyttya – yak pisnya,
Shcho llyetsya cherez vincya,
A nam, yak u dytynstvi,
Shche snyatsya sny barvysti,
I v zapashnyh ljubystkah
Spivayut solov’yi.