Vse pro ljubov

Zyve sobi to sonyachno, to hmarno,
Ta vse ljubov ospivuye v virshah,
Bo vin poet. Taka u noho karma,
Takyi ioho svyatyi i hrishnyi shlyah.

Pryspiv:
U Oleksandrivci spivaye solovei,
Ta tak vytohkuye, tak solodko spivaye
Pro ridnyi lis, pro step i pro ljudei,
I pro ljubov, shcho mez v zytti ne maye.

Letyat pisni z ioho silskoyi haty,
Letyat tudy, de spiyut kolosky,
I vid tepla pshenychnoho zernyaty
Nad svitom kvitnut zoryani stezky.

Pryspiv

Vse vid ljubovi, vid dobra, vid mriyi.
Lyubov vona – i pisnya, i zyttya,
Lyubov daye i viru, i nadiyu
Na krashchyi den i vichne maibuttya.

Pryspiv