Nache zhrayi ptyc', roky idut' –
Ya spishu za nymy v dalnyu put'.
Chochu ya povik strumkom hirs'kym
Zlytys' z morem plominkym.
Chochu ya povik strumkom hirs'kym
Zlytys' z morem plominkym.

Bo te more – dyvo na zemli –
Kolychaye bili korabli,
V muznim holosi yoho siya
Yunist' i lyubov moya.
V muznim holosi yoho siya
Yunist' i lyubov moya.

Chochet'sya, aby mors'ka blakyt'
Prolyvalas' v serce koznu myt'
I shchob buv shchaslyvyi kozen den
Dlya moyich dzvinkych pisen.
I shchob buv shchaslyvyi kozen den
Dlya moyich dzvinkych pisen.