Z Pip-Ivana na Hoverlu
Treba nam shche ity i ity,
Toz prysyadmo, de dzerela
Kryshtalevoyi vody.
Tut na skelyah edelveisy,
Vitrom hylytsya trava,
Shchemno b’yetsya v hrudyah serce,
Lljutsya pisneyu slova.
Vze davno pid namy hmary,
Zatumaneni bory,
Hen na dykim perevali
Vsih veselok kolory.
Z Pip-Ivana na Hoverlu
Treba nam shche ity i ity,
Toz prysyadmo, zaspivaimo
Bilya chystoyi vody!