A v tomu sadu
Chysto meteno
Shche y chreshchatym barvinochkom
Dribno pleteno.

A v tomu sadu
Nichto ne buvav,
Lysh molodyi Andriyechko
Konya popasav.

Konya popasav,
Dribnyi lyst pysav
Vse do teyi Natalochky,
Shcho virno kochav.

"Oy ty, Natalyu,
Horda ta pyshna,
Ya do tebe lysty pysav,
A ty ne pryishla!"

"A ty, Andriyku,
Ne velykyi pan,
Sidlay konya voronoho
Ta y pryyizdzay sam!"