Oi ty, dube kucheryavyi, hilya tvoye ryasne

Oi ty, dube kucheryavyi, hilya tvoye ryasne,
Ty kozache molodenkyi, slova tvoyi krasni.
Slova tvoyi prekrasniyi, a chortova dumka,
Poky-m tebe ne ljubyla, bula yak holubka.
Hula, hula yak holubka, polynula v pole,
Sila-m sobi na mohyli: hore z meni, hore!
Naishla-m sobi kubelechko, de utka neset sya,
Oi chuyu z ya cherez ljudei, vrazyi syn smiyet sya.
Oi hoch smii sya, hoch ne smii sya, lyho tobi bude,
Chority mesh, bolity mesh, a smerty ne bude!