Viter kolyshe tvoye viys'ko,
Ty neskinchene i tak blyz'ko...
A ponad lisom Sonce vstaye.
Dyakuyu, pole, za te, shcho ty ye!

Ya narodyvsya v nomu y vyris,
Radist' i smutok lysh yomu nis,
V chystomu poli iz neyu odyn,
Chystoho polya ya virnyi syn.

Day tobi Boze dovhi lita,
Myr yasnookym tvoyim kvitam,
Chay nashe sim’ya v tobi proroste,
Ridnaya maty zavzdy cvite chay!

Viter kolyshe tvoye viys'ko,
Ty neskinchene i tak blyz'ko...
Svit prokydayet'sya: Sonce vstaye,
Dyakuyu, pole, shcho ty v mene ye...
Dyakuyu, pole, za te, shcho ty ye.