Rude sonce

Na teplyi kylym, na teplu postil
Letyat nevpynno i nadto pospil
Zymovi rechi, zymovyi holod,
Ya bachu ochi – v nyh bachu holod

Do bisa odyah – hai bude holym
Vse shcho nam ridne i tak znaiome
Vse shcho nam snytsya, choho chekayem
Ti tayemnyci, yaki lyshe my znayem

Rude, rude, rude sonce moye

Zabyti snihom v shyrokim poli
My dobre znaly, yak povernetsya dolya
Shcho nas zustrinut cikavi ljudy
Vynom zihriyut i shcho potomu bude