Cvite teren, cvite teren,
Lystya opadaye,
Chto v lyubovi ne znayet'sya,
Toy horya ne znaye.

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

Viz'mu v ruky kriselechko,
Syadu kray vikoncya,
Ishche ochi ne drimaly,
A vze schodyt' sonce.

Choch drimayte, ne drimayte,
Ne budete spaty,
Des' poyichav miy mylenkyi
Inshoyi shukaty.

Cvite teren, cvite teren,
Lystya opadaye,
Chto v lyubovi ne znayet'sya,
Toy horya ne znaye.