Viter kolyshe kolysku
Sered zirok zolotych.
Nizna ta lahidna pisnya
Kvitkoyu v serci horyt'.

Viter kolyshe kolysku
V travach lelechych shlyachiv.
I nad bentezlyvym lisom
Taya kolyska svyatyt' vtomlenu zemlyu.

Pryspiv:
Hey, le-le-le-ley! Le-le-ley-ley!
Hey, le-le-le-ley!
Hey, le-le-le-ley! Le-le-ley-ley!
Hey, le-le-le-ley!

Bohom posiyane drevo
Matir-zemlya dohlyada.
Dyki ptachy ta oleni
Kushtuyut' vid dreva ploda.

A zacharovani stezky,
Shcho v’yut'sya sered lobody,
Povz vovchi yamy ta chashchi
Vedut' do zyvoyi vody mandruyuchych y sprahlych.

Pryspiv

Teplym prominnyam zihriye
Zemlyu rankova zorya
I u kolysci probudyt'
Sonce dytya.