Mavka

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