Za tuchamy, za hmaramy
Sonechko ne shodyt,
Za lyhymy vorohamy
Mii mylyi ne hodyt.
Hei, vy, tuchi, vy hrizniyi,
Roziiditsya rizno,
Prybud mylyi, chornobryvyi,
Choch ne rano, pizno!
Pryvykaite, kari ochi,
Sami nochuvaty,
Bo poyihav mii mylenkyi
U pole oraty.
Bodai voly zyvi buly,
A pluh polamavsya,
Shchob mii mylyi, chornobryvyi
Dodomu pryhnavsya!