Kosyt kosec na luci, (2)
Vin sya prypatryuye, (2)
Cy vysoko ye sonce.

A sonce iz poludnya, (2)
Vyid, divchyno, zaraz,
Odprovad mya bez lyas,
Bo rozyisc sya musyme.

A yak sya rozchodyly,
To zalosko plakaly,
Yedvabnom chustechkom (2)
Chorny ochy vteraly.

Pry chustochci trubach yest, (2)
Trubach pryhravuye,
Ptashok pryspivuye,
Taka nasha lyubov yest.