Za horu sonce zahoryaye,
Ta chornyi voron zakryakav,
Poyichav miy mylyi na viynu,
Ostanniy raz skazav: Proshchay!

Proshchay, divchyno chornobryva,
Proshchay, divchyno moloda,
Ya syudy bilshe ne povernu,
Zvidsy daleka doroha.

Neraz ya zvechora do ranya
Trymav divchynu na rukach,
Teper ya zvechora do ranya
Trymayu krisa na plechach.

Neraz ya zvechora do ranya
Trymav divchynu v obiymach,
Teper zahrayut' marsh voyennyi
Pidu v kazarnyu lyazu spat'.

Kazarnya, ta shche y cholodnaya,
Sam sobi loze postelyu,
Ne skaze meni moya myla:
Pidy, chay tebe obiymu.