Vidnesy mene, lyubyi, u pole neorane,
De hulyayut' vitry i shumyt' kovyla,
De kolys' ya tobi v nich bezmisyachno – zoryanu
Raptom serce svoye nazavzdy viddala.

Pryspiv:
A nichka, a nichka
Nas vkryla, mov kovdroyu,
A viter duchmyanyi
Pisni nam spivav.
Bula ya, bula ya
Divchynoyu hordoyu,
Ta hordist' moyu ty
V tu nich vidibrav.

Ya udosvita vstanu, umyyusya rosamy,
Bilych kvitiv narvu i spletu z nych vinok,
Shche y proydus' rannim polem ya nizkamy bosymy,
Shchob naykrashchoyu staty iz harnych zinok.

Pryspiv

Vidnesy mene, lyubyi, iz mista shumlyvoho
U polya, de kolys' nasha yunist' proyshla,
De buly my takymy bezmezno shchaslyvymy,
De z vitramy, obnyavshys', shumyt' kovyla.

Pryspiv