Oy tam, iz-za hory,
Viter povivaye.

Oy maty dochku
Pro zyttya pytaye.

"Oy spytay, maty,
Da y v siroho utyaty.

Shcho sirenke utya
Na mori nochuye.

Oy vono z moye
Vse horenko chuye.

Shcho perveye hore,
To dytyna mala.

A druheye z hore,
To svekrucha lycha.

A naytyazche hore,
Shcho mylyi pokydaye!"