Marsh

Yak ne cinuyemo my te, shcho mayem,
Novoho, krashchoho my bilshe bazayem.
Na svit navkolo nas uvahy ne zvertayem,
Cherstviyem i sebe potrohu rozkradayem.

Prostym recham nam treba bilsh radity.
Takym yak dyhaty, bachyty i pyty,
Kohaty, chuty, zyty, vidchuvaty.
My mayem holos, my mozemo skazaty.

Pryspiv:
My mayem holos, my hochemo skazaty.

Do sebe shlyah z nasnahoyu shukayem,
Hlybyny sercya pylno rozdyvlyayem.
Marnuyem chas, mirkuyemo, zithayem,
Shukayem shlyah, stezyn ne pomichayem.

Z chuzoho boku my chekayem dopomohy,
Chocha i v samyh ye holova i ruky-nohy.
Dumok, idei u inshyh nam ne zanimaty.
My mayem holos, my hochemo skazaty.

Pryspiv

Za krokom krok sebe rymuyu,
Stovpy virshiv u zoshyti buduyu.
Shcho navkruhy ya hochu peredaty,
Ya mayu nathnennya, ya hochu skazaty.