A my ydemo po kvitach,
Po holubomu kvitnyu,
A my ydemo po travach
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 stelyat'sya pid nohy
Usi nam berehy.

A nam zyttya – yak pisnya,
Shcho llyet'sya cherez vincya,
A nam, yak u dytynstvi,
Shche snyat'sya sny barvysti,
I v zapashnych lyubystkach
Spivayut' solov’yi.