De play strimkyi zbihaye v nebo kruto,
De syvyi Prut z rozhonu v kamin b’ye,
Tam ty, blakytnooka nezabutko,
Prycharuvala serce molode moye.

Pryspiv:
Spivay, spivay, divchyno,
Pro nashe shchastya ne movchy, spivay!
Vedy mene u dal hirs'ku, moya yedyna,
Na toy krutyi, na pidnebesnyi play! (ost 2 ryadky – 2)

Tvoyich ochey do viku ne zabuty
I holos tviy manyt', vede mene
Tudy, de play zbihaye v nebo kruto,
De chvyli Prutu myyut' loze kam’yane.

Pryspiv (2)