Oi tam, iz-za hory,
Viter povivaye.
Oi maty dochku
Pro zyttya pytaye.
"Oi spytai, maty,
Da i v siroho utyaty.
Shcho sirenke utya
Na mori nochuye.
Oi vono z moye
Vse horenko chuye.
Shcho perveye hore,
To dytyna mala.
A druheye z hore,
To svekruha lyha.
A naityazche hore,
Shcho mylyi pokydaye!"