Oi u poli mohyla

Oi u poli mohyla
Z vitrom hovoryla:
"Povii, vitre buinesenkyi,
Shchob ya ne zmarnila.

Shchob ya ne zmarnila,
Shchob ya ne chornila,
Shchob na meni trava rosla
Ta shche i zelenila."

I viter ne viye,
I sonce ne hriye, –
Tilky v stepu pry dorozi
Trava zeleniye.