Pryspiv:
Oy, cheremcho, duchmyana ta pyshna,
Chomu z hayu u pole ty vyishla?
Chy v nim vitra, shcho z hir, pokochala,
Chy to myla do mene pryslala?
Oy, cheremcho, duchmyana ta pyshna,
Chomu z hayu u pole ty vyishla?

Ya ne budu lamaty cvit-hillya,
Nechay kvitne vono do vesillya,
A budu moyu mylu chekaty
Y pro cheremchu yiy pisnyu spivaty.

Pryspiv

Yak zasyaye u nebi zirnycya,
Moya myla prylyne, yak ptycya, –
I ziyde todi z hir otoy viter,
Y zlyne tanec' cheremchovych vichol.

Pryspiv