Vzyav by ya banduru, nastroyiv, zahrav,
Shchoby holos pisni do nebes lunav.

Nyvamy, vodamy, ponad luhiv cvit,
Hey, letila b pisnya u dalekyi svit.

Ta de b ne torknulas' kraychykom krylec',
Tam splyvala b radist' do sumnych serdec'.