Siyala v nich moya maty son,
Siyala vden bilyi svit.
Siyala v nich moya maty bilyi son
Sokom tyrlychevym, sokom tyrlychevym, sokom...

Shche ya mayu u svoyim krayu, de lystya zelene,
Velykyi Viz zhory, a Malyi Viz znyzu.
Chy vidchuvav ty kryzu, koly dyvyvsya vhoru?

Maza svitom sil veze,
Viter nebom sil nese.

Cebenila ridyna z mamynych hir,
Zalyvala shchedro, nache vidramy, kvity –
C'oho svitu-mitu dity bili-bili,
Tak, yak i maye buty.
Yich porodyly Kruty – bili lyudy,
Ale yich tak malo.
Nebo spalo,
Yomu snylasya maty,
Shcho v poshukach mozku
Sil rozsypala – darunok Maza-viry.

Maza sillyu svit rize,
Misyac' neba sil lyze,
Misyac' neba sil lyze,
Rize sillyu svit Maza.

Siyala v nich moya maty son,
Siyala vden bilyi svit.
Siyala v nich moya maty bilyi son
Sokom tyrlychevym, sokom tyrlychevym, sokom...