Oy, yak nadvori Bozaya kara,
To na dushi u lyudey chorna chmara...
A yak nadvori sonce zasyaye,
To y na dushi u lyudey pisnya hraye...

Sonce zasyaye, zemlyu zihriye –
Vyroste zyto i vsich nahoduye...
Vsich nahoduye, ta ne vsi shchaslyvi:
Tilky shchaslyvi, chto soncyu radiye!