Chy bulo ce davno, chy bulo ce uchora?..
Zapytayu v ochey, molodoyi snahy.
I sidaye miy den u kalynovyi choven,
Shchob lyubovi z’yednat' kam’yani berehy.
Bo miz namy lita i kruti, i schylyasti,
Nashi spilni slidy viter chasu ziter.
Yak blyzenko buly my do nashoho shchastya,
Yak daleko zayshly my vid noho teper!..

Pryspiv:
Bilya bereha mriy, bilya bereha mriy
Ty moya, a ya tviy, ty moya, a ya tviy!
Ta bulo ce kolys' – ne doyidesh tudy,
Ne puskayut' tudy nashych lit cholody!

Oy, kruti berehy... Zhadka sercya ne tishyt',
Bo mynule uze u tuman zaplelos'...
Bilya bereha mriy ni, ne ty – zovsim insha
I zove ne mene, a hukaye kohos'.
Chy bulo ce davno, chy bulo ce uchora?..
Zapytayu v ochey, molodoyi snahy.
I sidaye miy den u kalynovyi choven,
Shchob lyubovi z’yednat' kam’yani berehy.

Pryspiv (2)

Bilya bereha mriy, bilya bereha mriy
Ya tvoya, a ty miy...