Oi, kalyno, bilyi cvite, cvitok opadaye,
Uze z nasha, mii mylenkyi, ljubva propadaye.
Shche kalyna ne prystyhla, lyshe popalila,
Nasha ljubva ne propala, lysh sya prytayila.
A yak bude kalynochka lipshe prystyhaty,
Ta sya bude ljubva nasha nazad zavertaty.