U temnomu lisi, pid bilov berezov,
De soloveyko pisnyu spivav,
Lezyt' tam ubytyi strilec' molodenkyi,
A tilo nichto ne schovav.

Lezyt' vin ubytyi try dni i try nochi,
Az tilo yoho zchornilo,
Zrubaly yalynu, splely domovynu
I vnochi schovaly yoho.

Yak yoho chovaly, to harmaty hraly,
A solovey pisnyu spivav.
I zori svityly v yoho kari ochi,
A vin sya z rodynov proshchav:

"Proshchay, staryi bat'ku, proshchay, stara maty,
I ty, naydorozcha, proshchay!
Ya bilshe ne pryidu do ridnoyi chaty
I bilsh ne povernu v sviy kray".