Oy za chaty, chorni chmary, za chaty, za chaty,
Perestante, vorozenky, na mene brechaty.
Perestaly vorozenky, a zachaly lyude,
Shcho z nashoho zakochanya nichoho ne bude.
Bo z nashoho zakochanya budut sya s'miyaty,
Shcho my taki molodenki budem sya kochaty.