Smiyalos' sonce v kvitach moho neba.
Pyshnily kvity sered teplych dniv.
Vdyahatys' nebu v chmary vze ne treba,
Lypi treba, shchob usyudy smich dzveniv.

Pryspiv:
Smiyalas' ya – i den smiyavs' zi mnoyu.
Provisnyk ranku ruky hriv vesni.
Todi shchaslyvoyu bula z toboyu,
Chocha, na zal, nasnylos' vse meni. (ves' kuplet – 2)

Dusha moya davno zymoyu skuta.
Yiyi vryatuye lysh odna pokuta.
Teplo yiyi vryatuyesh tilky ty.
Teplo yiyi vryatuyesh tilky ty.

Torkneshsya vraz struny dushi rukoyu.
Spokutuyesh hrichy yiyi lyubov’yu,
Micnish yakoyi bilshe ne znayty.
Micnish yakoyi bilshe ne znayty.