Shumily sosny i dibrovy,
Yak ya ishov u temnyi hay,
Sloza meni na hrud' skotylas',
Ostanniy raz skazav: "Proshchay!"

Proshchay, divchyno-krasolyce,
Bo ya vze idu na viynu,
Chto znaye, chy koly povernu
Shche raz v rodynonku svoyu.

Kolys' ya vypyv sklyanku medu
I yshov v sadochok pohulyat'.
Teper ya vyp’yu sklyanku chayu
I ydu v okopy nochuvat'.

V okopach nichka cholodnaya,
Lyahayu spaty na chasok.
Ne pryide myla i ne skaze:
"Vstavay, mylenkyi, pyi chayok!"

V okopi nichka cholodnaya,
Lyahayu spaty na zemlyu,
Ne pryide myla i ne skaze:
"Vstavay, mylenkyi, postelyu!"

Kolys' ya z vechora do ranku
Trymav divchynu na rukach,
Teper ya z vechora do ranku
Stoyu iz krisom na plechach.