Cvite teren

Cvite teren, cvite teren,
Lystya opadaye,
Chto v ljubovi ne znayetsya,
Toi horya ne znaye.

A ya, moloda divchyna,
Ta i horya zaznala,
Vecheronky ne doyila,
Nichky ne dospala.

Vizmu v ruky kriselechko,
Syadu krai vikoncya,
Ishche ochi ne drimaly,
A vze shodyt sonce.

Choch drimaite, ne drimaite,
Ne budete spaty,
Des poyihav mii mylenkyi
Inshoyi shukaty.

Cvite teren, cvite teren,
Lystya opadaye,
Chto v ljubovi ne znayetsya,
Toi horya ne znaye.