Popid horu vysokuyu litayut virlyany

Popid horu vysokuyu litayut virlyany,
Nihde meni tak ne dobre, yak v ridnoyi mamy.
A v ridnoyi mamunenky snidanye ranenko,
Kosa rosa rozchesana, sorochka bilenka.
A ya v svoyi mamunenky roskoshi zaznala,
V ponedilok lyahla spaty, a v subotu vstala.
A v subotu rano vstala, kosu rozchesala,
Oi Hospody mylosernyi, tamto-m sya vyspala.
Oi Hospody mylosernyi, do tebe sya molju,
Ne vvazayu na bohacha, ino na dobru dolju.
Ne vvazayu na bohacha siyaty, oraty,
ino vvazayu na dobroho, shchoby pohulyaty.