Son-trava, son-trava... –
Synya kvitka lisova:
Ochi mavky rozcvily,
Shchoby sny moyi zbulys.
Pryspiv:
Mavka –
Divchyna moya rusyavka,
Svitla mriya, mylyi son –
V synih kvitah horyzont.
Mavka –
Divchyna moya rusyavka!
De bereza na osonni
Sonce splesne u doloni:
Mavku zbudyt lisovu,
Son-travu vplete v kosu.
Pryspiv
Rozpashilym kruhom Sonce
Zahovayetsya u sosny,
I nastane shchastya myt –
Mavka z lisu prybizyt.
Pryspiv