Des' po svitu chodyt' shchastya moye,
A bez noho den pechalnym staye.
Moze vchora shchastya poruch bulo,
Bo navkolo vse chudovo cvilo?

Pryspiv:
Ne virylo shchastya, shcho bude moyim
I pered ochyma znykaye, yak dym.
Zustrinu ya shchastya, bo klychu shchodnya,
Ta shche nevidomo u shchastya im’ya.

Z kym u pari chodyt' shchastya moye?
I komu haryache serce daye?
Ta nevze pro noho mriyu darma?
I dorohy do lyubovi nema?

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