Shchastya moye

Hen za selom sonce vstaye,
Den molodesenkyi dybky staye,
Berehom kotytsya bilyi tuman
I rozlyahayetsya v luzi, mov pan.

Pryspiv:
Dumky letyat, yak bili lebedi, zoryani lebedi,
U ti miscya, kudy hodyly my synimy vesnamy.
Letyat dumky u zovtyh promenyah – zoryani lebedi,
I vabyt serce bereh sonyachnyi sribnymy rosamy.

De ty teper, shchastya moye?
Ya vze i ne znayu, yake ty tam ye...
Des spalahnulo na myt, kradkoma...
Mriyi lyshylys, a shchastya nema.

Pryspiv

Den proletiv bilym konem.
Sonce palaye chervonym vohnem.
Skoro nad svitom misyac ziide,
Zirkoyu z neba shchastya vpade.

Pryspiv