Kruty, kruty, obertay,
Tvoye im’ya Mykolay,
A yak budesh krutyty,
Budut' divky lyubyty.

Oy mamuncyu, bude zle,
Bo vin mene ne viz'me,
Cherez lito obiymav,
A na zymu zanechav.

Bude muzyka hraty,
Ya pishov by hulyaty,
Ya pishov by, koby-m mih,
Koby-m ne mav kryvych nih.

Hulyay, hulyay, aby-s mih,
Koby-s ne mav kryvych nih,
Plechi ty sya rushayut',
Bo komari kusayut'.

Oy krutichka, krutichka,
Fayne divcha Marichka,
Yak soloviy spivaye,
Yak metelyk hulyaye.

Oy na hori, na vershechku,
Molotyly chlopci hrechku,
A ni hrechky, ni muky,
Lysh tancyuyut' tam divky.

Oy tam, oy tam, na hori,
Malyuvaly malyari,
Malyuvaly chobitky
Na Marusi nizechky.

Mamo-mamychko moya,
Dayte meni talyara,
Vykupyty chobitky,
Shchob pohrity nizechky.

Oy divchata, de ydete?
Kotra moya budete?
Abo sestra, abo ya,
Abo Anichka mala.

Kruchu, kruchu, tancyuyu,
Divcha v tanci ciluyu,
Divcha ruku stysnulo,
Vichenkamy blysnulo.