A cora ya u pidkivky, a cora ya, cora

A cora ya u pidkivky, a cora ya, cora;
Moya ljubka vid nedili hora, ljubka hora.
Cilyi tyzden horuvala, bo robota bula,
A v nedilju poduzila, bo cymbaly vchula.
A dai mene, moya mamko, za cymbalistoho;
A cymbaly sy pirvaly, nema nicho z toho!
Oi, koby my, faila ljubko, v kupi nochuvaly,
My by toty cymbalyta nazad poskladaly.