Tvoye misto – svitlyi sonyachnyi den,
Tvoye serce – to ye lystya derev,
Tvoyi ochi – to sucvittya kvitok,
Tvoyi kryla obiymayut' mene!

Opovim tobi vse, shcho v sobi vidkryv,
Ya ponesu tebe v vyriy nebes,
Ya rozkazu, yak ya lyublyu,
Chocha ty shche y dosi ne moya!

Moyi druzi – to ye zhraya vovkiv,
Moyi dumy, yak stalevyi udar,
Ale misto tvoye – sonyachnyi den,
Tvoyi kryla obiymayut' mene!