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Kudy letyat moyi prekrasni roky?
Chomu tak shvydko prolitayut dni?
Chomu tyazkymy staly moyi kroky?
Chom ne vsmihnetsya dolenka meni?
Ya tak bazayu radosti tiyeyi,
Shcho v molodi lita charuye svit:
Zustritys hochu z mriyeyu svoyeyu –
Zirvaty prahnu paporoti cvit.
Pryspiv:
Kazaly mama, kazaly tato:
– Shche pryide, donyu, do tebe svyato.
Ty v nas vrodlyva i praceljubna, –
Shche budut v tebe shchaslyvi budni.
Chvylyny shchastya i roky chekannya,
Yak son, polynut v neosyaznu dal.
Moho zyttya kolys p’yanke kohannya
Perevelosya na hirku pechal.
Ta vse z spasybi vam, terplyachi roky!
Teper ya znayu: shchastya v tim moye,
Shcho v koznii myti bachu shchos vysoke,
Bo v koznii myti shchos prekrasne ye.
Pryspiv
Taky pryishlo meni vid Boha shchastya,
Choch des blukalo, a taky znaishlos:
Zumilo svitlym promenem upasty
Na dobre serce i yasne cholo.
Teper lyshe zdorov’ya proshu v Boha,
Shchob zyty v shchasti, – hai vono cvite,
Chai vidstupayut smutok i tryvohy
I dushu hriye sonce zolote.
Pryspiv
Zyvu v kohanni i radiyu budnyam,
Radiyu dityam, pravnukam svoyim
I viryu v dolju, viryu dobrym ljudyam
Ta vse bazannya vtiljuyu svoyi.
Idu shchaslyva i nesu nadiyu,
Shcho i do vas pryide naikrashcha myt.
Zyvit zdorovi i plekaite mriyu,
Bo zadlya shchastya varto v sviti zyt!
