Shche blukaye miz snihiv dovhozdannyi rik novyi,
I do noho shche nema ni stezok, ani slidiv,
Ale mriyet'sya nam vsim, shcho u svit razom iz nym
Pryide radist' v kozen dim.

Pryspiv:
Novorichna zorya, yak blyskucha sloza,
Plache rik cey staryi, shcho proshchatys' pora.
Yalynkovi vohni, zolote konfeti,
I zdiysnyat'sya chay mriyi usi.

V kazci dobriy i stariy sercya zamok kryzanyi
Druzba virnist' i lyubov roztopyly zarom mriy,
Nache v kazci u zytti tak traplyayet'sya, koly
V shchastya palko virym my.

Viter zmin i viter vtrat, snihu spohadiv vin brat
Svoho bihu kruhovert' ne poverne vze nazad.
Sered cholodu y bidy tak pro shchastya mriyem my
I chekayemo vesny.