A yak zyma mela i ya sumna bula – yoho pobachyla
I lysh dlya noho, lysh dlya myloho sebe pryznachyla
A yak vesna cvila, todi vinok splela – v dolyu poviryla
I lysh dlya noho, lysh dlya myloho ya na vodu kynula

Pryspiv:
Chysta vodycya v bystrim strumochku chvyleyu hrayet'sya
Plyvy do noho, plyvy vinochku, bo serce krayet'sya
Plyvy do noho, plyvy vinochku, bo serce krayet'sya

Bo serce krayet'sya, ta ne pryznayet'sya, za mylym zuryt'sya
Koly z do noho, ta y do myloho lychko prytulyt'sya
A serce krayet'sya, bo shche ne znaye, u doli pytayet'sya
Koly z miy mylyi, holub miy syzyi, ta y zakochayet'sya

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