Kruty, kruty, obertai

Kruty, kruty, obertai,
Tvoye im’ya Mykolai,
A yak budesh krutyty,
Budut divky ljubyty.

Oi mamuncyu, bude zle,
Bo vin mene ne vizme,
Cherez lito obiimav,
A na zymu zanehav.

Bude muzyka hraty,
Ya pishov by hulyaty,
Ya pishov by, koby-m mih,
Koby-m ne mav kryvyh nih.

Hulyai, hulyai, aby-s mih,
Koby-s ne mav kryvyh nih,
Plechi ty sya rushayut,
Bo komari kusayut.

Oi krutichka, krutichka,
Faine divcha Marichka,
Yak solovii spivaye,
Yak metelyk hulyaye.

Oi na hori, na vershechku,
Molotyly hlopci hrechku,
A ni hrechky, ni muky,
Lysh tancyuyut tam divky.

Oi tam, oi tam, na hori,
Maljuvaly malyari,
Maljuvaly chobitky
Na Marusi nizechky.

Mamo-mamychko moya,
Daite meni talyara,
Vykupyty chobitky,
Shchob pohrity nizechky.

Oi divchata, de idete?
Kotra moya budete?
Abo sestra, abo ya,
Abo Anichka mala.

Kruchu, kruchu, tancyuyu,
Divcha v tanci ciluyu,
Divcha ruku stysnulo,
Vichenkamy blysnulo.