Dyvo, moya myla, ty ye,
Serce studeniye tvoye.

Kryla, cvoyi kryla zhornu,
Tychi slova tobi zronyu.

Mloyu studenoyu lyaze nebokray,
Ihray! Hray!
Dushi moyiy struny znemoha zabyray,
Ukray! Kray!

Temno, temno v lisi, az zach,
Tam des' duch chutlyvyi vytav.

Nezbahnennym chynom zahornu u hay,
U hay! Hay!
Nepomitnym ruchom do tebe pidstuplyu,
Zavedu rozmovu, ochamy povedu.
Zavorozu tebe, moya myla,
U chashchi-netri zatyahnu,
I vse!

Tam lisni zahony nevydymych istot,
Zhrayi partyzaniv, shynshyla i yenot.
Vyishly vony usi podyvytysya,
Shcho u nas tut z toboyu koyit'sya,
Postoyaly, pohluzuvaly
I rozbihlys' po yarach.

Sumna ta zymna
Diva kryzana,
Melancholiyna
Snihuronka.
Tebe obiymu,
Nizno rozpalyu,
Lyublyu, lyublyu, lyublyu,
Roztoplyu.