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V zelenim hayu drevko rubayut,
Az do Dunayu
Trisky padayut.
Padayut velky, padayut maly,
Pod yih pozberai,
Divchatko myle!
Pod yih pozberai, naklad z nyh ohnya,
Vyper koshelju
V p’yatnycyu dodnya.
V p’yatnycyu dodnya koshelju prala,
A u subotu
Yei prasuvala.
A u subotu yei prasuvala,
By na nedilju
Myloho vbrala.
V nedilju rano, yak sonce shodyt,
Yuz mii mylenkyi
Pid pirkom hodyt.
Pid pirkom hodyt pid cyprusovym,
Pid kapeljushkom,
Pid kalynovym.
Keby ya znala, kotra mu dala,
Zaraz by ya mu
Vershok zlamala.
Vershok zlamala, v pecu spalyla,
Nai mi ne ljubyt
Moho frayira.
Any moioho, any chuzoho,
Nehai ze maye
Kazda svoioho!
