Plyne rybka, plyne rybka po vodi, po vodi,
Ta pryplyny, ridna mamko, id myni syroti.
Ya by rada, miy synochku, d tobi pryplynuty,
Syra zemlya, tyezkyi kamin, ne moz ho dvyhnuty.
U subotu pochovaly, v nedilyu dzvonyly,
A vze moyi ridni mamci ruchenky pohnyly.
Tey koby ya mamku mala, toby-m ne dumala,
Cherez tyzden ne robyla, v nedilyu hulyala.
Tey shch'o meni tey po tomu, shch'o ya nenya mayu,
Cherez tyzden tyezko robyu, v nedilyu hulyayu.
Ey koby ya mamku mala, mamochku ridnenku,
Oy toby ya ne zbyvala rosu studenenku.