Yak dobre, koly ye do koho povertatys'!
Koly na tebe vdoma chtos' chekaye!
Koly pro kohos' ty povynen pikluvatys',
Koly y pro tebe, yakshcho treba, chtos' podbaye!

Koly ty chymos' zertvuyesh dlya kohos'!
Yakshcho potribno – viddasy use, shcho mayesh!
Shchodnya upevneno ty, dyakuyuchy Bohu,
Dodomu iz neterpinnyam pospishayesh!

Pryspiv:
Moya sim’ya – ce te, zarady choho varto zyty
I cinuvaty vsi zyttya prekrasni myti!
Moya sim’ya – ce vse! I ne potribno dyvuvatys'!
Ce svitlo, radist', shchastya i, prosto, pryvid posmichatys'!

Yak dobre, koly ye dlya koho zyty!
Koly nadiynist' sercem vidchuvayesh!
Koly umiye chtos' po-spravznomu lyubyty!
Koly po-spravznomu i ty kohos' kochayesh!

Koly tebe chudovo rozumiyut'!
Koly ty mozesh vse i, navit', bilshe!
Koly tebe obiymut', obihriyut' –
Na serci y na dushi staye teplishe!

Pryspiv

Ce – sens zyttya! Zrobit' use dlya toho,
Shchob u zytti u vashomu bulo koho lyubyty!
Y v ostannyu myt', postavshy pered Bohom,
Ne pozalkuyete, shcho tak chotily zyty!

Pryspiv