Yidesh polem syvym konem, ya korovy doyu:
– Oy pomay bih! – Boday zdorov! – Za koho si stroyish?
– Ya si stroyu, miy mylenkyi, ale ne dlya tebe,
Yaki buly m’yasnychenky, ne buv ze ty v mene.
Yaki buly m’yasnychenky, yaka bula vesna,
Az teper ti vraza maty do mene prynesla.