Stoyit' hora vysokaya,
A pid horoyu hay, hay, hay.
Zelenyi hay, hustesenkyi,
Nenache spravdi ray.

Pid hayem v’yet'sya richenka,
Mov sklo, voda blystyt', blystyt',
Dolynoyu zelenoyu,
Kudys' vona bizyt'.

Nad berehom, u zatyshku,
Pryv’yazani stoyat' chovny,
Try verby tam schylylysya,
Mov zuryat'sya vony.

Do vas, shche verby, vy moyi,
Shche vernet'sya vesna, vesna.
A molodist' ne vernet'sya,
Ne vernet'sya vona!