Chorni hmary nalitayut, dribni doshchi idut

Chorni hmary nalitayut, dribni doshchi idut,
A molodi zovnyaryky med-horivku p’yut.

Oi p’yut vony horilochku, yidyat yahidky,
Bystrym okom spohlyadayut na chuzi zinky.

Chuzi zinky, yak yahidky, yak vesnoyu cvit,
A ty meni, shabelyno, zav’yazala svit.

Vozmu ya tya, shabelyno, za hostri boky,
Ta i pushchu tya, shabelyno, v Dunai hlubokyi.

A yak sobi, a yak sobi zinochku znaidu,
Todi tebe, shabelyno, do boku vcheplju.