Hey, sune z hory chorna chmara,
Uslid upyri z mertvyakamy.
A dali, chyta holovoyu
Kulhaye stara iz kosoyu

Ce bulo u tomu roci,
Moze bulo, moze y ni.
To buly ne dyki husy,
To letily kazany.

My z kumom u chati sydily,
Tychenko horilochku pyly.
Az dyvlyusya – stara kulhaye,
Pryamenko do nas povertaye.

My spochatku nalyakalys',
Kum namylyvs' u vikno,
Navit' ya rozlyv horilku,
Potim soromno bulo.

My chlopci veseli, zavzyati,
Pochaly staru morduvaty,
Kilkamy po chati hanyaty,
Kilkamy iyi lupcyuvaty.

Oy, yak byly my starenku,
Perelichyly kistky.
Oy, yak pyly my horilku
Za spomyn iyi dushy.