Limna v’yet'sya strichkoyu,
Verby – ponad richkoyu,
A lyubov moya, yak more,
Nebo synye, neozore!

Pryspiv:
O, Mari-, Mari-, Mariye,
Ochi – muzyka zyva!
O, Mari-, Mari-, Mariye,
Ty – ne ty: spiv solov’ya!

Pisnya llyet'sya mriyeyu,
Yak zyttya nadiyeyu,
Dveri navstiz vidchynyayu –
Ya odnu tebe chekayu!

Pryspiv

Osin siye zoloto,
Shelestyt' tak molodo,
Serce moye polonyla,
Ty yedyna – moya myla!

Pryspiv