Ochi, nache zori v temnu nichku,
Svityat' shchastyam, podyvom horyat'.
Obramlya cholo yaskrava strichka,
Mov strumok, slova moyi brynyat'.

Moyi kosy sribnoho serpanku,
Ruky nache tepliyi vitry,
Iz lehend karpats'kych na svitanku
V s'ohodennya ya vviyshla v shatry.

Pryspiv:
Ya smahlyavka, divchynonka-mavka,
Sonechko meni smiyet'sya vslid,
Stelyt' stezku zelen-travka,
I shlyachy daruye meni svit.

Malynovym dzvonom v’yet'sya pisnya,
V niy zyve, pulsuye dyvo-cvit.
Tut pereplelys' mynule y diysnict',
I pryideshnist' prosyt'sya v polit.

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