Yakshcho bachysh, yakshcho chuyesh,
Ya tobi os shcho skazu
Koly zyttya svoye maljuyesh,
Maljuyesh radist i zurbu
I ne bachysh, i ne chuyesh
Coho buttya shalenyi bih
Ale moze ty vidchuyesh
Moyi svity sered svoyih
Chvylju navpil roztynayut
Miliony riznyh korabliv
Vony yak my chohos shukayut
Bilya dalnih berehiv
Ty pomitysh, ty vidchuyesh
Podyh mii u temryavi
I zi mnoyu pomandruyesh
Do svitankovyh krayiv
Mov vesnyanyi lid roztane
Nepotribne mayannya
Tilky ty – moya kohana
Ty kohana i moya
Ty vze vkotre rozhlyadayesh
Pislya dovhoyi hrozy
Nashi mriyi na maljunkah
Nadzvychainoyi krasy