Yak bula ya malenka

Yak bula ya malenka,
Kolyhala mene nenka.
Oi dub-duba, duba,
Divchyno moya ljuba.

A yak stala pidrostaty,
Staly hlopci kolyhaty.
Oi dub-duba, duba,
Divchyno moya ljuba.

Oi dub-duba, duba, duba,
Divchyno moya ljuba,
Nabrehala na mene,
Shcho ya hodyv do tebe,
Fyhy-myhy daruvav,
A vytrishky prodavav.

Popid tynom bizyt maty
Svoyu dochku pereimaty:
– Vernys, kaze, chy ne chuyesh?
Kudy z ce ty chymchykuyesh?
– Na vulycyu, moya maty,
Z parubkamy tancyuvaty!

Tancyuvala, dribotila,
Poky sama ne shotila,
Prokynulas – ta i po hati
Davai znovu tancyuvaty.
Po bazaru hodyla,
Cherevychky kupyla.

– Syudy, hlopci, vsi do mene,
Chorni brovky u mene!
– Nehai tobi lyho z nymy,
Nashcho manysh ty nas nymy?
– Koly b vas ya ne ljubyla,
To do vas by ne hodyla!