Lypovym medom tyahuchyi lypne chas.
Sonce zachodyt' za obriy vkotryi raz
Tam, vhori, vkutavsya v nichku, schovavsya miz zirok
Toy staryi did syvokosyi za ruku v svit
Kazok nas zavodyt', dovkola sribnyi snih
Charom tayinnym na vse tut nizno lih.
Syvyi did teplo vsmichnet'sya, pradavniy, yak toy svit,
I vede dali, bo tak ta doroha dyvna yde

Ya by chotiv narodytys' tam, de vsi lyublyat' krayinu sniv i mriy
Tam, de zyvut' tayemnyci, syniy lis.
Tut chodyat' gavy i kyci, chytryi lys.
Syvyi did tycho v povitri znykaye, vin tut boh.
Sotni lit z lisom prozyv svoyim v kazci vin udvoch.

Ya by chotiv narodytys' tam, de vsi lyublyat' krayinu sniv i mriy
On zacharovana kvitka leliya
Nizno-nebesno pachucha, vsya tvoya
V tim hayu mavky zyvut', a iz nymy dobryi zvir
Tut svoyu mriyu ty v kazci zustrinesh, tilky vir