Oi pidu, ya pidu,
Kudu ya i hodyla,
Moze, ya tam znaidu
Koho ya i ljubyla.
Moze, znaidu toho,
Tovarysha ioho,
Ta i spytayus ioho
Pro myloho svoho.
The danube river raging,
The water’s turning black.
I’m turning back to pages
And never coming back.
Oi chy vin horuye,
Oi chy vin slabuye,
Shcho vze try nedili
Doma i ne nochuye.
Zasvity ty, maty
Voskovuyu svichku,
Nai pereidu Dunai,
Shche i bystuyu richku.
Ne pomoze, donyu,
Voskovaya svichka.
Rozihravsya Dunai,
Shche i bystraya richka.
Rozihravsya Dunai,
Popid berezechky.
Ne vernetsya mylyi
Cherez vorizechky.