Stoyat verby ponad hreblyu, shcho-m yich pidlyvala,
Nema z moho mylenkoho, shcho-m yeho kochala.
Nema z moho mylenkoho, ta y chutko ne bude,
Chiba ya mu sya poklonyu cherez dobri lyude.
Pryyid', serce, pryyid', lyubo, sklony sya do mene,
Yak ne budesh, zytya moye, pishlyu za toboyu!