V odnim seli, a moze v misti,
Krasyva, choch i bez hrosha,
Zyla – bula zvychayna pisnya
Prosta i shchyra, yak dusha.
I yak by lycho ne krutylo,
Kudy b doroha ne vela –
Yiyi za te usi lyubyly,
Shcho zadushevnoyu bula.

Pryspiv:
Rano chy pizno
Roztanut' usi mirazi,
Rano chy pizno
Vertayut'sya krashchi nadiyi,
Tilky lysh pisnya,
V yakoyi nemaye dushi,
Nikomu sercya ne zihriye.

Bula ta Pisnya nebahata,
Ale odna na vsi svity.
Ta yakos' raz do neyi v chatu
Chuzi nayichaly svaty,
Skazaly tak – "Ne biys' nichoho,
I budesh pani choch kudy,
Idy za noho, za chuzoho,
Do shlyubu z nelyubom idy."

Pryspiv

Yiyi vdyahly v rozkishni shaty,
Zrobyly modnyi makiyaz,
Yiyi s'ohodni ne vpiznaty –
Novyi fason, novyi typaz.
Cholodni ochi, mov kryzynky,
V slovach ni bolyu, ni tepla...
I yiy uslid krychat': Chuzynko!
Yakoyu pisneyu bula.