Cvite teren, hen, de zvory,
Ta y na vsim Podilli;
Ne spivay, kochana zore,
Na svoyim vesilli!

Pryspiv:
Koly lyubysh, koly lyubysh,
Plid ternovyi ne hirkyi;
Koly hubysh, koly hubysh,
Oblitaye cvit ryasnyi...

De vpadaye v nich Nichlava,
Solovey spivaye;
Kazut', shcho tam kucheryava
Cyhanka blukaye...

Pryspiv

Ty slova moyi zabula,
Prosysh povtoryty.
Charuvaty nashcho bulo,
Yak use zhubyty?..

Pryspiv

Ya ne viryu v zli povir’ya,
Dobrych, zal, ne znayu...
Ne siy doli po zadvir’yach –
Ya tebe blahayu!

Pryspiv

Cvite teren, hen, de zvory,
Ta y na vsim Podilli;
Ne spivay, kochana zore,
Na svoyim vesilli!

Pryspiv