Vnochi po stepu ya yshov
Ta y zustriv holodnoho zvira
Yoho nahoduvav chlibom, svizym chlibom
I vin skazav meni dzvinkym holosom dytyny
Yakshcho bazayesh shchastya znayty, ne zvertay z ciyeyi stezyny

Pryspiv:
O-oy, tak buvaye, o-oy, vnutrishnye z zovnishnim ne spivpadaye
O-oy, tak buvaye, o-oy, ne spivpadaye

Na svitanku zustrilas' meni
Nayharnisha u sviti divchyna
Yiyi odaruvav sriblom, bilym sriblom
Z lyubov’yu yiyi obiynyav, "Ty naviky budesh moyeyu"
Zaplyushchyv ochi, pociluvav, a vona obernulas' zmiyeyu

Pryspiv

De z ty, shchastya moye?
De skarby zapovitnoyi mriyi?
I zmist dlya koznoho sviy u chlibi ta u sribli
Shcho tam u dalyni? Ce z moya ridna chatynka
U poshukach shchastya svitom chodyv, a vono vyyavlyayet'sya blyz'ko

Pryspiv