A miy mylyi Onhuryan
Des' poyichav po bur’yan,
Alya-lya-lya-lya-lya, alya-lya.

Zapalyla – kuryt'sya,
Sama sila – zuryt'sya,
Alya-lya-lya-lya-lya, alya-lya.

Podyvylas' – kum ide,
Pid pachvoyu shchos' nese,
Alya-lya-lya-lya-lya, alya-lya.

Prytulyvsya kum blyzenko,
Zrazu stalo veselenko,
Alya-lya-lya-lya-lya, alya-lya.

Shcho to v mene za zinka,
Shcho vysoka ta y tonka,
Alya-lya-lya-lya-lya, alya-lya.

Ota moya kuma lyuba,
Shcho pid neyu lytka hruba,
Alya-lya-lya-lya-lya, alya-lya.