Viyut' vitry, viyut' buyni
Az dereva hnut'sya;
Ach, yak bolyt' moye serce
Sami slezy llyut'sya.

Trachu lita v lyutim horyu
I kincya ne bachu;
Lyshen sercyu lehshe stane
Yak nyshkom poplachu.

Sut' shche lyudy, shcho i moyiy
Zavyduyut' doly;
Chy shchaslyva z ta bylynka,
Shcho roste u poly?

Shcho u poly na pisochku,
Bez rosy na soncy,
Tyazko zyty bez myloho
I v svoyiy storonci.

Bez myloho shchastya nema,
Staye s'vit tyurmoyu;
Bez myloho doli nema,
Nema i spokoyu.

De ty, mylyi chornobryvyi,
De ty? – vidizvysya!
Ya bez tebe vse horyuyu,
Pryidy, podyvysya!

Poletila b ya do tebe,
Ta krylec' ne mayu;
Sochnu, chachnu ya bez tebe,
Vsyak den umyrayu.