Moya sim’ya

Yak dobre, koly ye do koho povertatys!
Koly na tebe vdoma htos chekaye!
Koly pro kohos ty povynen pikluvatys,
Koly i pro tebe, yakshcho treba, htos 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 posmihatys!

Yak dobre, koly ye dlya koho zyty!
Koly nadiinist sercem vidchuvayesh!
Koly umiye htos po-spravznomu ljubyty!
Koly po-spravznomu i ty kohos kohayesh!

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

Pryspiv

Ce – sens zyttya! Zrobit use dlya toho,
Shchob u zytti u vashomu bulo koho ljubyty!
i v ostannyu myt, postavshy pered Bohom,
Ne pozalkuyete, shcho tak hotily zyty!

Pryspiv