Oy krip, ta romen, ta petrushechka...
Kucheryavyi Ivan, moya dushechka.
Kucheryavyi Ivan na kapustu orav,
Chernyavuyu divchynu pohanyaty naynyav.

Oy Ivane, Ivane,
Moye serdenko v’yane;
A choch v’yane ne v’yane...
Pryidy, serce Ivane.