Zmist zyttya: buty na bystryni,
Porodyty y zrostyty syniv,
Dim zvesty i zleliyaty sad,
Y do zirok vplav – ni kroku nazad!
A lyubov? A lyubov zyva,
A dusha? A dusha spiva.
A zemlya? A zemlya rodyt' zyto.
I nechay toruyut' shlyach nashi dity.

Chay trava oksamytom yaryt' –
My kochannya spletym vichnu nyt'.
I krasu osyaynu svyat – zemli
V zapovit vpyshem dityam svoyim.
Svit zyvyi – bo lyubov zyva,
Bo dusha, bo dusha spiva,
Bo zemlya, bo zemlya rodyt' zyto,
Bo pid sercem materiv zriyut' dity.

Chay, yak zavshe, lunayut' pisni
Lysh mazorni, dzvinki, holosni.
Chas nechay nyt' svyatu ne porve,
Shcho yednaye povik vse zyve.
I lyubov, i lyubov zyva,
I dusha, i dusha spiva,
I zemlya, i zemlya vsya u kvitach,
Bo zyvemo vichno my v nashych dityach.