Lystya drevnoho duba
Nadi mnoyu vid vitru shumlyat'.
O, divchynonko lyuba,
Moho serdenka zhuba,
Chy shche dovho na tebe chekat'?

Pryspiv:
Ya nesu bil u hory,
De vitry pochynayut' sviy let.
Ta zabuv vmyt' pro hore,
Yak pobachyv nad morem
V syayvi misyacya tviy syluet.

Sonce v more sidaye,
Tin vid duba na hory ziyshla,
Hostryi bil serce kraye,
Bo kochannya palaye,
Shcho v umovlenyi chas ne pryishla.

Pryspiv

Zemlyu nich ohornula,
Pro kochannya vsi zori surmlyat',
V mori chvylya zasnula,
Ty pro mene zabula,
I prymusyla serce strazdat'.

Pryspiv