Kudy letyat' moyi prekrasni roky?
Chomu tak shvydko prolitayut' dni?
Chomu tyazkymy staly moyi kroky?
Chom ne vsmichnet'sya dolenka meni?
Ya tak bazayu radosti tiyeyi,
Shcho v molodi lita charuye svit:
Zustritys' chochu z mriyeyu svoyeyu –
Zirvaty prahnu paporoti cvit.

Pryspiv:
Kazaly mama, kazaly tato:
– Shche pryide, donyu, do tebe svyato.
Ty v nas vrodlyva i pracelyubna, –
Shche budut' v tebe shchaslyvi budni.

Chvylyny shchastya i roky chekannya,
Yak son, polynut' v neosyaznu dal.
Moho zyttya kolys' p’yanke kochannya
Perevelosya na hirku pechal.
Ta vse z spasybi vam, terplyachi roky!
Teper ya znayu: shchastya v tim moye,
Shcho v kozniy myti bachu shchos' vysoke,
Bo v kozniy myti shchos' prekrasne ye.

Pryspiv

Taky pryishlo meni vid Boha shchastya,
Choch des' blukalo, a taky znayshlos':
Zumilo svitlym promenem upasty
Na dobre serce i yasne cholo.
Teper lyshe zdorov’ya proshu v Boha,
Shchob zyty v shchasti, – chay vono cvite,
Chay vidstupayut' smutok i tryvohy
I dushu hriye sonce zolote.

Pryspiv

Zyvu v kochanni i radiyu budnyam,
Radiyu dityam, pravnukam svoyim
I viryu v dolyu, viryu dobrym lyudyam
Ta vse bazannya vtilyuyu svoyi.
Idu shchaslyva i nesu nadiyu,
Shcho i do vas pryide naykrashcha myt'.
Zyvit' zdorovi i plekayte mriyu,
Bo zadlya shchastya varto v sviti zyt'!