Stoyit' hora vysokaya,
A pid horoyu hay, hay, hay.
Zelenyi hay hustesenkyi,
Nenache spravzniy ray.

A v tim hayu teche richka.
Shcho sklo, voda blystyt', blystyt'.
Dolynoyu shyrokoyu
Boh zna kuda bezyt'.

Bezyt' vona kray berezka,
De v’yazut'sya chovny, chovny.
Tam try verby schylylysya
Ta y zuryat'sya vony.

Proyshly vesna ta y litechko,
Nastaly choloda, chlada.
Osypyt'sya z nas lystyachko
Ta y ponese voda.

Do tebe, lyuba richechka,
Shche y vernet'sya voda, voda.
A molodist' ne vernet'sya,
Ne vernut'sya hoda.