Oy zahraly muzyky, muzychenky, zahraly, zahraly.
Oy chom by my molodi, molodenki, chom ne zaspivaly.

Zaspivayu faynu spivanochku,
Miy bilyavyi Yvane-Ivanochku,
Zaspivayu shidi-ridi-dana
Pro chornyavoho Stefana.

Pryspiv:
Bo ya divchyna moloda, kvitnu yak na sonci yahoda.

Oy shcho to vy zrobyly, divchatochka, svoyimy kosamy.
Zakrutyly parubkam-leginykam holovy bez tyamy.

Ya kucheri mayu-mayu,
A kosy ya ne zrubayu.
Bo to ti v zavivkach chodyat',
Shcho sobi krasu navodyat'.

Pryspiv

Nema toho leginya-leginyka, shcho ya pidstryzusya.
Bez zavivky moloda-molodenka ya vam spodoblyusya.

Moye lychko dlya Ivana,
Chorni ochka dlya Stefana,
A hubochky ye dlya toho,
Shcho ya budu zona yoho.

Pryspiv

Oy zahraly muzyky, muzychenky, zahraly, zahraly.
Oy chom vy my molodi, molodenki, chom ne zaspivaly.

Zaspivayu faynu spivanochku,
Miy bilyavyi Ivane, Ivanochku,
Zaspivayu shidi-ridi-dana
Pro chornyavoho Stefana.

Pryspiv